My longing for you -
Too strong to keep within bounds.
At least no one can blame me
When I go to you at night
along the road of dreams.
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Georges de La Tour |
Morning to morning
the same door opening inward
from both sides
laugh close as you are
it is cold in the house
and I burned up all the matches in the night
to look at you.
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Georges de La Tour |
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