No. Other

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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