A Foreign Affair, Billy Wilder, 1948.
Amidst the ruins of Berlin
trees are in bloom as they have never been
sometimes at night you feel in all your sorrow
a perfume as of a sweet tomorrow.
That's when you realize at last
they won't return the phantoms of the past.
A brand new spring is to begin
out of the ruins of Berlin...
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