dagens mørke drypper
ned over mine øjne –
lukker dem blidt og stille
med andre menneskers løgne –

men nattens blide hænder
tørrer mit ansigt stille –
og lader mig ligge tilbage
alene, forladt og lille –

the day’s darkness drips
down onto my eyes –
closes them softly and sweetly
with other people’s lies –

but night’s gentle hands
dries my face of it all –
and leaves me there in the darkness
feeling abandoned and small –

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