I laid me down upon a bank,
In a city called Beauty.
Where Love lay sleeping,
Where I may beeing human.
I heard among the rushes dank ,
In the city still called Beauty,
Where Love lay sleeping!
Where I may weeping...
Then I went around
try to touch the ground,
of Innocence...
But I found myself,
There on the ground;
Feding, beeing human
And I understood!
For the first time in my life
That the life is good..
It let me starve
without attendance of Love.
without You!
Where Love lay sleeping,
Where I may beeing human.
I heard among the rushes dank ,
In the city still called Beauty,
Where Love lay sleeping!
Where I may weeping...
Then I went around
try to touch the ground,
of Innocence...
But I found myself,
There on the ground;
Feding, beeing human
And I understood!
For the first time in my life
That the life is good..
It let me starve
without attendance of Love.
without You!
1 comment:
Auch so ein Problem, das Marx nicht gelöst hat. DIE LIEBE
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