the nigthmares come
at 3 o'clock dawn
sweat profusion
and hasty conclusion
fears of ghosts
and i am afraid i am lost
i take the safe side
with you beside
i tell you about nightmares
you kiss me and hug me
this is marriage
this is our late age
and then we close our eyes
to dreams to the coolness of ice
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