Dreaming under willows

Our cheeks caress the stars

The faded night's brow inclines



Sleep and death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.



The countenance of our white tombs

Stares at us

The countenance of our white tombs

All the time



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Sleep and death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.

While we are walking under dark arcades

And the shadows of dead angels play beside.



Silent the winds decay

On the lonesome hill

The bleak walls Of the autumnal grove



The countenance of our white tombs

Stares at us

The countenance of our white tombs

All the time



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Sleep and death, the dark eagles

Roaring for nights on end around our heads.

While we are walking under dark arcades

And the shadows of dead angels play beside.



(O.Falk, P.Streit / S.DÃÆ'¼nser)