Geliebte
Wrap me in rain
let it all drain
my eyes will water but not by my own
and when it comes down
to shower the ground
I'll make my own shelter of lust for drops thrown
Don't tell me its cold
I'm only so old
before the age when it becomes
a burden to bones
and oh my old bones
will accept ache on earth to which water drums
I'll bask in the swallowing
still earth as I'm following
the streams as they drift to their mother the sea
and when I am gone
don't sing me a song
just pray that my rain will pour still for me
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