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The sun still wallowed in its blood
As the night rose in the drunkenness of your eyes
Your magic voice was
My compass
Your black hair colour 
The night pass
A dream long on the way
Deeper
Deeper
The sleep is dense
No more exit
I only remember
The sun still wallowed in its blood
As the night rose in the drunkenness of your eyes

Die ganze Kunst der Liebe besteht in der Kontinuität, in der Fortsetzung des zweisamen Schicksals!