IRONY OF HOPE
Look I outcast in the dead stillness of the night
When the moon is fair, full and bright
On the cold cobblestone I lie
Butted like the butts in a filthy ashtray
Hark! Alone am left in corners dark
And within just a few paces

IRONY OF HOPE

Eliuz

Look I outcast in the dead stillness of the night

Butted like the butts in a filthy ashtray

I feel the hope of dreams and joy taking hold

That roughens cheeks and burns my barefeet.

As I admirely look at them every morning and evening

But my dream of hope is almost in anguish

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