Why do we watch so, ceaselessly? The candle flickers at the window Anticipating, always, you... And the search for new words, phrases, To flatter the ignorant, to melt A stone-cold heart. You... You are a man to drive a poet mad And I could stagger through the streets for you My coat torn open to the winds Footprints like wounds in the glistening ice.
Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus.
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