And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there, as my heart
longs to thee.....for in my hand I still hold the rose that
froze long times ago, its leafs have withered, it ceased to
grow - left in me is woe. The wine of love, is o so sweet,
but bitter is regret, I knew at sunset I would meet the
ascending veils of dread. Before my eyes nocturnal curtains
fall, The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily
devours all. The Night: "Woe to him whose heart is
filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief" In the
silence of the night I loose myself, it makes me drunken
with its sweet blue sound. In the drunk'ness of solitude I
fear no more the solemn realms of death No single sigh from
my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness My heart is aching
nevermore for I know that all may end. Just I and the poetry
of the night Now forever one.... Just I and the poetry of
the night, now forever one, The ensemble of silence plays so
beautiful for me...
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