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I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

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I'm dreaming that both of us dead.
We're lying — so peaceful for ever.
Two white heavy coffins of lead
Put down together.

And when did we say that «enough»?
What for then and what means the trying?
But strange that's not aching my heart,
My heart is not crying.

The powerless feelings so morbid,
The motionless thoughts so unearthly.
And lips of yours are not enthralling
Though ever so perfect.

It happened and both of us dead.
We're lying — so peaceful for ever.
Two white heavy coffins of lead
Put down together.

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