'Oh Joy! Built by thousand wounds
An aged shade on the wall
Blink of a silent evening torch
A deserted dreamy island behind wistful eyes
Based upon desires, without faults, without lies
From agony thou shalt not escape, nor hide
Where an angels voice sings no songs to say goodbye
Above thine face flies with kiss powdered wings
Oh thou! For thee I yearn!
Thou art whom I wish!
Untouchable fly in the golden meadow
A falling leaf comforted by trembling wind
Why must thou let my heart filled with sorrow
Yet let it so hollow?
Why must I fall into the deep depth
Whilst rushing after thee?
Let me know the witness of thine existence!
And the fresh air strokes the face
A rift splitted in a wandering soul
The shallow grave'
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