Elke Putzkammer(Professor on Phone):
If the year is a life, then September, the beginning of fall... is when the bloom is off the rose and things start to die. It's a melancholy month and maybe because of that, quite beautiful. Whoever is alone will stay alone Will sit, read, write long letters, Through the evening And wander the boulevards Up and down, restlessly, While the dry leaves are blowing
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