When thou hast laid me down in thy night, Thou hast
pressed me with thy mouth,
Thy heavy head and thy pain,
I was thy angel, thy sweetness

Night watch, I put
My fingers on your sunken eyes,
For I felt them explode,
Your eyes, in the hollow of your thought.

My lips are dead at midnight

Your angel, in this whirlwind,
dreamed, when his lips caught fire,
They burned for New Year
in a breach of your eyes

My lips are dead at midnight
At the first sound of the carillon,
Whose twelve blows have reduced me
In a rain of party favors

My lips are dead at midnight.

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