Sta.sh
Under a pale and fading moon,
and the shadow of the aspen trees,
the cool wind of the ending june
carries a blackbirds song to me,
a lonely tune so wild and free
Red poppies and roses of white
where gathering the moment to come,
when the dark realm of the night
and the kingdom of the early dawn ,
share the sky and share the light
for the time of a lonely heartbeat,
when seconds and centuries divide,
a shimmer on the trembling weed
and there he stood on the river side
and there he stood on the river side
Do you know my name, asked he.
Yes, I said, its John F. Kennedy,
I’ve been waiting for you so long
Oh come to me and read my palm
Come to me and sing my song
I will offer you mistletoes and figs,
I said and then handed him a few,
Burning gold and blackberry-twigs,
shall I sacrifice in honour to you,
with drops of tears and holy dew,
I believe your beauty is the mystery
Behind the curtains of my soul,
The key, said John F. Kennedy
is grace and wisdom in the whole
is grace and wisdom in the whole
Remember me, for I cannot stay,
my name is called by the rising sun
into the flood of light I’ll dive away
oh think of me, when I’ll be gone,
remember the king of the sun
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and call me a fool, but he might look after you from out of Heaven.
I think he was a man that cared about the people that supported him.
and I think he was noble enough to continue doing that after his death.
same with me
but then with Goebbels of course
Take care!
you're so amaaazzziiinnnggg