

In the Ice of your GlanceIn the ice of your glance Beams the drunken corwn of silenceIn the Ice of your Glance
And though you never say the words I hear them whirling in the air It's seven o'clock and I am late But I caught them, they'd remained there
You said you could no longer wait That your heart was too fast and too slow my steps It is absurd my love isn't in my shoes I might be a woman but I'm not Eve I don't wear it on my sleeve
Listen the weal heales beneath See how it falls and flows Feel the wind from the unknown heath Below my shirt I do not breathe And my skir
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