Moon
Lunatic belonging,
Only to the nights,
The shadows and the darkness,
Troubled feverish souls,
The ways to inspire,
Solemly, serene,
Poets of all ages,
Praising, loving you,
A sort of temptation,
Hangs yellow high above,
The lonely lovelorn wolfman,
Looking up to cry,
Songs and myths and fables,
Concentrating on-
-The wicked and the gentle,
That single silent moon. |
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Einzelganger
Words are stone, and here forever,
We were alone and we shall never,
Grow tired of our self-made world,
On oceans of pleasure,
We sail together,
And nights are never dark,
And no one stands alone,
In the streets outside our hearts,
Nothing moves or falls apart. |
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