I wish I was a little bar of soap
I wish
Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you,
Shivering with ... awe ... and delight:
"Here is my throat",
Well this is such a sad affair
I've opened up my
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels
I shattered all the mirrors
fearfully hoping
that they won't be able
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom
of the
As through the pipes the waters fell down to the
Oh, wie gern' würd' er Euch kunden
Von der Welt und
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep
all motionless and still...-
While shrouded
Gentle words had been my weapons
Careful openness, and fragile honesty
Had
Would your bare your neck ... to the walking dead
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel
Alles ist nur Illusion und von mir erschaffen,
Doch ich vermag
[text: by E.A. Poe]
From childhood's hour I have not been
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