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"Let him bathe in the drops of water from the river Lethe..." - Goethe. Now, I sit quietly in the afternoon sunshine, and the saxophone song "Going Home" by American Kenicki comes from the open window behind me. This melody is so touching and shocking that I have listened to it over and over again, but every time I listen to it, I can feel the power of the melody, which almost tears me to pieces! That melody seems to be telling my experience and telling you - Anna! It allowed me to see again and again the large swaths of sunshine in my hometown that generously sprinkled the earth, the clear streams and simple villages in my hometown. You were running on the green grass, full of youth, light and elegant; your figure reminded me of the beautiful swans dancing in the golden pond; you finally saw me, your eyes were so deep and affectionate; you were waving to me, and what you wanted to say was that you were going home...
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