She dwells in beauty - and all beauty must die
time to say good-bye
and joy, whose hand is on her lips
and aching pleasure´s sigh.
time to say good-bye
and joy, whose hand is on her lips
and aching pleasure´s sigh.
Her eyes are like a dying star
her face adorned with mud
and silver lurks within her hair
white lids already shut.
O, soft embalmer of the still midnight
bringer of darkness - seal my eye.
Enter death, the gleams of daylight
fall into my dreams as I die.
She dwells in beauty - and all beauty must die
time to say good-bye
and joy, whose hand is on her lips
and aching pleasure´s sigh.
How sweet she keeps her secret
hidden in her ashen lap
her face embalmed with vanity
she fell into my trap.
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