It is certain. You will die,
and yet my love burns blue—
the flame is hottest at the wick,
and I, when close to you.I cannot bear it. Yet I must.
Summer precedes the fall;
My consolation will be thus:
once, I possessed it all.
close to you
It is certain. You will die,
and yet my love burns blue—
the flame is hottest at the wick,
and I, when close to you.I cannot bear it. Yet I must.
Summer precedes the fall;
My consolation will be thus:
once, I possessed it all.