bonjour tristesse (dsbm) - like the scythe in the ripened field lyrics
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like the scythe in the ripened field lyrics
i cling to the branches like snow in the valley during spring
like a cold spray i drift in the wind
i fall wet into blooms as a drop
around which they decay like around a bog
“because i can’t go quietly, i fly
through every sky over sound buildings
toppling pillars and punching holes in walls
because i can‘t sleep at night
i warn others with the seas distant roars
i climb into the mouth of the waterfall
and from the mountains i release thundering boulders.”
i am the grown child of world fear
who in peace and joy hangs
like the strokes of the hour in the days progress
like the scythe in the ripened field
i am the incessant+thinking+about+death
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