I desire nther places to see you
Grass to rest on
And thirsty tongue
To drink with and to name you
I desire night.
I desire another settlement to my days
And I desire you
In the blueness of evening, how much I desire
And how much do I not desire
Ah, and this shiver coming
With the cold of nig`t!
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