Will Immer Wieder... Dieses Fieber Spгјr'n | Ich

But as the rain streaked against the windowpane, a rhythm began to thrum in her mind, unbidden and restless. It wasn't a song she had heard on the radio recently; it was a memory.

"You're thinking again," Thomas said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You have that look." "Just the rain," she lied, leaning into his touch. Ich will immer wieder... dieses Fieber spГјr'n

She whispered the words to herself: "Ich will immer wieder... dieses Fieber spür'n." But as the rain streaked against the windowpane,