I'm falling
Nothing is to hire
I'm bleeding
My friend weeps on my arm
I drink a bitter wine
I lose the sense of time
Your eyes shine
Shall I wait for you
Don't wanna know
What can I do
While wild horses flow
And I see you move with grace
I feel shivers down my neck
A thrill from your lost embrace
The wind makes a willow tree shake
It seems there's no more seasons
I learnt then more than you ever know
Your mind is like a mansion
Where I walk and find doors always closed
Afraid to hear your answers
I have to say it'll be a last goodbye
Don't wanna hear you it's over
Then I'll only have to die
Please find a consolation
I just can't find another desire
I cry at your evocation
And I wait in the fire
August 22nd, 1999
For Guillaume Krin
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