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„O father! What a hell of witchcraft lies

In the small orb of one particular tear,

But with the inundation of the eyes

What rocky heart to water will not wear?”

[William Shakespeare]

Thoughts of the deepest dye

The lake is cold and so am I.

Lying petrified …

My deprecation absurdly dies away.

Tears lost … they´re drifting out to you

As I bathe in my depression.

Writhing with pain

New gashes are added to my wounds.

Once I was reborn by sweet love

Now my moans are blocked by the waves.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes

My life focused on you

Calamitous repulse … somber solitude

Love, tender murderess, caress me.

Lovelorn, the kisses of the stars

Lovelorn, rain hard upon my body.

Ah, lovelorn

“Or shall I live your epitaph to make

Or you survive when I in earth a rotten;

From hence your memory death cannot take,

Although in me each part will be forgotten.

[William Shakespeare]

Seldom have I seen

The dired up world beyond the pressure

Withdrawn … solemnity

Wishfully I await the warm waters of body heat.

I thought that I´d belong to you

But you broke the confidential rule

Why you live and I´m dead

Is above my head.

I tried to escape from my feelings

But in my heart of hearts I knew

I had lost my heart and my life

Like a flower that perishes without the love of the sun

Lovelorn, the kisses of the stars

Lovelorn, rain hard upon my body.

Ah, lovelorn

Lovelorn, imoque e gurgite

Music, poetry and all leads by Rainer Landfermann