Sing me, sweetest memory,
Let your song benumb
My senses, let your witchery
My spirit overcome.
O! Sing your lay,
And take away
The grim reality,
Give back the day
Of childhood play
Or else, give death to me!
Sing me, love, your melody,
Let your siren hum
Permeate my quiddity
Until my thoughts succumb.
O! Sing the strain
And let me pain
For golden times gone by,
Let me attain
That life again
Or else, love, let me die!
Beirut
May 6th 1988
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