My endless grief is my sole treasure,
I talk in riddles for my God to measure,
The agony I suffer, the torment I yield,
Like glistening thorns in a black winter field.
I forget my future,
I dwell in the past,
With my thoughts the drama,
And my dreams the cast.
[Cluster I]
I talk in riddles for my God to measure,
The agony I suffer, the torment I yield,
Like glistening thorns in a black winter field.
I forget my future,
I dwell in the past,
With my thoughts the drama,
And my dreams the cast.
[Cluster I]
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