Silent star that in this night
Fronts the cold and the frost
That drop curtain like through
The sad heavens:
You silent star are the mirror
Where I look to view my
Inner Soul, my deep Inner Soul
And in the silent night
As in a film my unhappiness
Where I my life I wished
To do not as I did:
The pain
The excruciation
And now
The heavy punishment
Of emaciation of the soul, my Inner Soul.
The Soul, the Inner Soul has thirst
In the desert of sadness
There grows the seed of
Further sadness:
Dawn after dawn will come and
Be
But power will change its vessels
Vessels that hold power now
Will not hold power then
And wealth will change its vessels
Vessels that hold wealth now
Will not hold wealth then
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