I hear you weep at night...
I now your pain is here.
You keep on mortal fight
With ghost of love, my dear.
I wish you saw again
But feel your soul is dead.
I'm looking through the rain
And seeing that drops are red.
I know that tears of heaven
Are all for you, me friend.
And clocks stroke just eleven -
I wait for happy end.
24.08.2005
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