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My own horizon

from The month, not the name by Augúst

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my mind it still aches
with memories and thoughts,
traffic, license plates,
feelings and frauds
yet i cannot hate it
despite all the droughts
her moon can't be blamed
for the high-tide it brought.

I caressed her with my glances
but refused to take my chances
just smiled at her and breathe her eyes in
as I become my own horizon

we sung of the war crimes
the hours flew by
like a plane and its chalkline
in the afternoon sky
moved in synch with the windchimes
like the the rain we would fly
and draw circles and faultlines
in the afternoon sky

you spoke of that force
that pushed your boat 'gainst the pier
an ocean that roars
disembodies your fears but
those droplets on the floor
are water and not tears
and our reflections
are dancing in them

can you see our reflections
dancing in them

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from The month, not the name, released April 14, 2015

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Augúst Berlin, Germany

Augúst is Jan Clemens and Arnulf Koehncke from Berlin and Hamburg.

More than ten years ago, we started playing dilettante acoustic post-rock together, but now we converged on something more folk-pop than that.

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