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![]() In Scotland the journey began As I mounted my horse, Of black Arabian force
In Rome, it was to end Why, I do not recall Then I looked the last time At my souls inner rime; The beautiful eyes of my gal Oh, how could I resist To take her with me On my long journey And thus I did insist I put her besides me And together we did ride Into the endless twilight Together we were free The plains of Europe Stretched out to us Soft winds in gusts Filled us with hope Full peace was in us And supreme happiness No feelings to suppress And then came the dusk A new day then arose Full of sun and divine On the plains it did shine And endlessly we rode The journey took long Too long to be good But never my mood Changed to be wrong We just rode And never we found A way safe and sound Or a right road Strangely, I never feared That we were so lost And the nightly frost Well, it never appeared The horse never tired And it never turned night Just an endless twilight Magical, without fright And its sun did no longer Burn on my hide And we did just ride In our paradise And then I must have realized That halfway our journey we Died But how can one tells if one died When one is already in paradise When one dies For we were each others Endless Paradise Just to ride...
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #60 More articles about literature
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