[[ Well. Music and night. ]]
because I close my eyes
I want a music in me
I want an art in here
when I go into sleep
when I die I will close
my eyes and hear a bell
when I am dying I will hear
the voices falling, rising
across the last threshold
in wave, in wave, in waterswell
because I close my eyes
I want a music in me
Thou art in me,
Mistress Night,
in comely dress
of soft Moon-light
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