Le Eaux Noires (The Black Waters)

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When you advance into my night
You are not you, I am other
This other knows not who I am
You know not that I am your own

We walk on a river bank
Upon a narrow towpath
On the edge of a new dyke
On the high steps of a dam

As far as the plain where great trees
Are reflected in the black waters
As far as the meads where marble gleams
In silence and despair

And I cry without a cry without a word
For night has reclaimed you
The floods have cut the paths
Ah, might I be carried off in the flotsam

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