At the gates of dawn
I will bleed again until pale death
Takes me into its hands
And I am left on my own
The moon bleeds with me
None has what one wants
The sun never crowned the night
With the richness of its colours...
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The passionate play of your fingers
They stir the waters we once knew
And the sun is too late again
To see me disappear in the snow!