Deutschland über Alles
and I am satisfied
with your cobblestone streets
Blowing kisses to your cooks
through thick panes of glass
Contented under your archways
taking sixty-second portraits
of Carnival costumed festival goers
Under rain swollen skies
a city at last that loves me
and I, too, will love you
in kind
after our German cigarettes
you will ask me to stay
and sweetly
in your eyes
I shall
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