In the night of my mind
All the bygones are walking;
Hand-in-hand, and moving slow,
In a circle and in line;
Hand-in-hand, and all together,
All alone and yet in pairs,
Giving me without a reason
An unearthly happiness!
On their toes, walking slow,
And at me always looking,
And everything around appears
Like a macabre festival;
A fiesta of the other life,
Where my own deep desires,
My heart and my pleasures,
Like skeletons they look.
All the flowers are in vases,
And the lights shine bright...
And yet all to me are strange,
And still all of them I love!
To me everything is so strange,
And yet everything I love,
And all of them are there moving
In a rhythm that I know!....
But the light will soon appear,
And all my mind holds so dear
Like smoke will disappear
In that phantom, unreal world;
And my heart and my soul
Will return from there again,
Tyrannizing me all day that
I didn't die with them!....
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