Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!
On Iâll pass, dragging my huge love behind me. On what feverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot â I, so big and by no one needed?
Love for us is no paradise of arbors â to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.
Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.
But I have tamed myself I have stomped on the throat of my own song
It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of, It shies away when the cars honk and hiss, But adores the bells on the horse-tram.
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