A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

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The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.

O Witches, O Misery, O Hate, To You Has My Treasure Been Entrusted! I Contrived To Purge My Mind Of All Human Hope. On All Joy, To Strangle It, I Pounced With The Strength Of A Wild Beast. I Called To The Plagues To Smother Me In Blood, In Sand, Misfortune Was My God.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.