Кор, брат Вэрки (miiir) wrote,
Кор, брат Вэрки
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Adventurist Song

Via: lxe ex Adventurist Song

I lost the count of the looks of the moon.
The dream of daybreak is a plain tommyrot
When one awakens on the floor marooned
Inside a dungeon in a sully capote.

The window's let inside an angle of shine,
Fling widely open the window frame!
Whatever time it's out there, it's mine
If it's accepting me whoever I am.

Who's ever staying in the wings of the scene
When all is clouded in sweltering rage?
That's why your fellows of virtue and sin
Look out of the fragile chlorinate page.

Not all that has been finds its burial mile,
Not every song is lost in talk in the end...
Whatever time it is, I know it's mine,
May God occasion me someone to befriend.

By years to follow they are never misled,
Although the river sends them far away reeled,
The instant readiness of pen on the pad,
The instant readiness of hand on the hilt.

Whoever claims Mephistophelian fame
By old Cremona fiddles' yellow stem,
The name for love and time to me is the same,
I am returning home wherever I am.

The window's let inside an angle of shine,
Fling widely open the window frame!
Whatever time it's out there, it's mine
As it's accepting me whoever I am.

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