Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight
These streets I‘ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads the longest wail
Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I’m near;
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)
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