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geschrieben am: 24.09.2001 um 17:20 Uhr
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"Like an angel wild of eye,
I shall return to where you lie
And towards you, noiseless, glide
With the shades of eventide.
I shall give you, dusky one,
Kisses icy as the moon,
Embraces that a snake would give
As it crawled around a grave.
When the sombre morning comes
You will find your lover gone,
My place cold till the night draws near.
As others reign through tenderness,
Over your life and youthfulness,
I want, myself, to reign through fear." |
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