The (Live) Theatre Of Mist Lyrics
Unbolt the wind to me!
Brag I with audacious pride.
But that first gust of him
Makes me stumble and shrink.
My barque is covered up
With leaves and windfall-pears.
His heaven azures me
And his earth is cushioning.
The warming of his wine
And the sighing of his fire,
His honeys bitterness
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Are reviving me,
Expose me to the storms
And leave me to despair.
But once his cold will die
In my ardent embrace.
[K.-U. Skerra]