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Luitwin Rémý

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A cold fire is burning in my heart,
the flames are freezing me with ice cold fingers
The pain of being close and yet too far apart.
A dark star that won't brighten up my night,
Its black light scarring deeply my old eyes
This hope in gloomy darkness snakes is feeding –
A glistening shadow speaks to me with fiery words
and masked in white it beckons me toward the cliff,
So sweet and grave its smile, the night so clear.

----- Translation: D. R. Summer

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