Oh you are coming, coming, coming,How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? -But why does it anger my heart to long soFor one man out of the world of men?Oh I would live in myself onlyAnd build my life lightly and still as a dream -Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughtsAnd colored like stones in a running stream?Now the slow moon brightens in heaven,The stars are ready, the night is here -Oh why must I lose myself to love you,My dear?
Friday, January 4, 2008
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