A sound.
A faint cry
of a dying string.
An echo,
that spreads on the room
and covers my ears.
The dance,
that my father does
holding in his hand
his queen-
as she moves,
perfectly moves
with the tune
that my father sings!

The dream.
That beautiful illusion
that I, 
with all my heart seek.
That melody,
that gloomy tune
to which I,
will all my strength cling!
And together with these feelings
that cover me at night
they all vanish, 
they all turn to dust…
as soon as i open my eyes
as soon as i wake up!


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