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My Soul Is Dark
My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmur o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But [...]

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Let’s drink, my dear friends
No need to be sober
The thirties began
My twenties are over
Imagine one thing:
I feel I am younger
Since I’ve got a dream
An’ spiritual hunger
Since I’ve been with you
Let’s drink for it quicker
You are very few
From ‘everywhere people’
What I realized -
Try not to forget it:
You think you are nice?
No way –
so much better!