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Some days the fog was thinner.
     We were all very happy to finally see each other:
                "Have you always been such an ugly baboon?"
        But: at the same time:
          we were secretly afraid:
                    that it might disappear completely.
  I couldn't concentrate - the details bothered me -
              except for yours: of course: my Indian princess.
         The day we picked up the distress signal:
                 I could step back three full steps
                              and from there: 
                                 with proud pleasure:
                                        admire your beautiful niceties.