Too currant black my hatred be,
Swam hard but drowned in weakened sea,
Covered by set, that after storm
Is fain to fake what has been wrong.
I draw the line on coldening sand
Around me, still without no friend.
By now my life is meant for you.
Your leaves again remind and mure.
Below the moon i’ve been in love,
So here i’m left in sorrow doved.
Felt that your sacrifices don’t
Prove right, but that i’m always lone.
The stars are nice, the stars are bright,
Not pale like moon, there millions died.
There beautiful and happy folks
Still throw the lightways and walk.
My maliced eyes are fain to cry,
When wings of trite joy will fly.
But even that was found out hard.
I judged, so waste my cattle blood.
Time of the roses’s gone away
With gentle hands and tongues of quay.
Another time arrived with me,
Where smiles don’t rain like fruits from tree.
And i will find my only realm,
Whatever was it, blessed or damned.
Invite you to the demon hill,
Where walking so demands my will.
You choose to stay and not to miss
So seldom cold-destroying kiss.
And star beloved, that hid in me,
That took your heart and feeds to be.
Be black or white, rise the declined,
Be kind and rude until i die.
Now world is living orgious days,
Some show up better, some decay.
And beautiful faces won’t deprave your sense,
Like sacred raindrops in the deserts.
Just seel your eyes from hot and smear,
And i’ll assure myself, that you still care.
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