Lamentation du néant Atonal Nightmare
A trifle for Lena All the absurd talk and whispers leave me spent Let us go out, dear, the madness closes in So through the empty streets we walk Nobody loves me, and all that I have is myself What can I do, dear, but utter useless words All that I am I give to you Though she is distant, I fumble for her hand Oh how I ache, dear It s more than I can stand But with a wink, a smile I know that we ll never be we
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