Now and then on your vision I
linger.
More often than not on your
figure I ponder.
No matter, even in your
absence you render
A ray of hope that my soul
still wanders
Around and around your vision
for a slender
Chance by which I can my love
surrender.
Your countenance torments me,
no wonder.
More in absence! It is your
splendour.
Dispel my anguish.
Grant me salvation.
27.11.2000
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