Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou
"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds
"Be my kin free fro carnal sin,
Bride the thoughts of
My eyes hold the eventide,
albeit behind the eys thou hast
thro'
Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite
Think back at
Parch´d of words, parch'd of lauds,
Lorn and tynéd fro my
Echoes that somehow
Can surround us
Can resound through stillness
Like thoughts
An artist is what is call'd the self that the
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She
High-rise buildings
Low cost apartments
Financial district
Industrial area
Rows
Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I
While he was asleep holding her hand
The dreams smouldered
She opened
Der Spiegel,
In dem ich die Schatten seh';
Das schwarze Licht, welches
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I
They might say this never happened
I'd say it just did
Never
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