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| Willy Pogány |
seen the white doors of hope
the red gates of gladness
you have rested near the angels
listened to the speech of the birds of eternity
lotus flowers grow in your every footprint
On another night
you look at me
and oh that you see
all the shadows haunting me!
Here I am,
the girl who breathes darkness
all my sorrows
disappear into your silence
my monologue of evil thoughts
and oh how I am aware of my minuteness
when you are so bright, bright
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