Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne er step st aside;
And I am trapp d -
A distance there is...
Nonesave me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:
Behold! - tis not the rain; thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy vintage winemy dear;
Thou hast heed d that I am of innocenceyet thou let st thy lass into peril
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Thou let st me be parched;
My heart is of frailtymy pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden"Come back!"thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bonesmy heart!
Thou hast me bereaft! -
But run thou sayest; I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell st me to leave without delay -
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadowsthe sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?!
After all these years thou left st me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shareddeliberatlely push d aside -
...a distance there is...
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