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Based on a dream I had

My English rendition of Jacques Brel's achingly beautiful "Ne Me Quitte Pas"

3 sixes; go straight to jail, he moves his metal cannon forth. The princess gets a love surgery.

Night sky in my skull black magic in your eyes

Corpse of light where darkness falls stuffed into the basement walls

In winter clouds of ice breathe silver rust upon the water

I’m diving head first into hell Heaven grab me by the feet Running circles in a sphere Where light and darkness meet

daylight's broken 'round the edges dreams of death and empty pledges

We get high and dissect each other on the couch butterfly knife dances madly

When the smoke clears we share a bed till the midnight hours pass