onsdag, oktober 23

And darling, we will be fine

Then I hear a noise from the hull,
seven days out to sea.
and it is the damnable bell!
and it tolls..
well, i believe that it tolls –
it tolls for me!
and it tolls for me!!

And though my wrists and my waist seem 
so easy to break
still, my dear
i would have walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will recognize all the lines of your face
in the face of the daughter,
of the daughter
of my little daughter

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