In my sky at t you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are them.
You are mine, mine, lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.
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ter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
ary dreams believe you to be mine!
You are mine, mine, I go sing it to ternoons
he wind hauls on my widowed voice.
ress of th of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as t er.
You are taken in t of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are he sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.