I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost....
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.
the poetic eyes, the pale
face.... in the dusk of the street....I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.
The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.
