Tombstones stand across the misted air -- reminding me of days I walked in ways I have forgotten Shadows fall in patterns bold and fair-- and yes they speak of yesterdays-- and ways I have forgotten Rain comes cold to wash the world away-- I wait and watch - I know, I am too slow-- I have forgotten Dreams awake And bring back yesterday But no, they hide the ways I dreamed I knew-- And had forgotten Tombstones weep inclined across the air And now it is too late To find the way-- I have forgotten.
Melancholie
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