Heute vor 47 Jahren starb Jim Morrison in den frühen Morgenstunden in Paris.
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The days are bright and filled with pain.
Enclose me in your gentle rain,
the time you ran was too insane,
we'll meet again, we'll meet again.
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Oh tell me where your freedom lies,
the streets are fields that never die.
Deliver me from reasons why
you'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

(The Doors, aus: The Crystal Ship, 1965)

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Rest in Peace, Jim. You too, Ray.
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