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The Beauty of the Shadows

She wanders without stop or rest
in her silver dress, at night.
Some say that she has been doing this
since the beginning of time.
She holds a chalice in her hands,
a vessel of glass and light.
Some say what in there lies
not even the gods know!
 
Thus she wanders in darkness
with pale skin and black hair.
She is a ghost, a child of the night,
but more beautiful than a day ever was.
Thus she wanders with her chalice,
which is dedicated to its secret.
Some say whoever drinks from it
shall comprehend Eternity!
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
Thus I wander on her path
and towards my longing,
well knowing, that in this world
I sacrifice much comfort.
And every day, when I awake,
and my world drowns in light,
I wait, for to me the heart rises
when our sun sets.
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
You should know what you seek
in this night, at the dark hour!
Is it the chalice from my hand
or the kiss from my mouth?
I already wandered year after year
through your night, and believe me,
I am no more than just a dream!
A dream of yours, a dream of yours.
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
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