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In my shining days
You were selling matches in the crowd
I was painting your face
On my note
Your uneasy figure waiting for me
We were not used to be loved each other
We are weary
The tardy age is laughing at my serious theatrical
“Mein Vater, mein Vater
Erlkönig ist fortgegangen”
“Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir”
Whisper to me
Your uneasy figure waiting for me
We were not used to be loved each other
We are weary
I want to chase your sorrowful back like snap at it
Even if I will strike some matches
You will never appear
And I know you will never meet me
Erlkönig is not satisfied with only your kiss or temptation
Your sorrowful back
Don’t show me it
My love is enough to strike into your back
You have to leave me
