Our great love is dead
He once so alive
If he is not yet
Dead he is dying
Someone saw him wandering
br/>And stagger like a beggar
Someone saw him on his knees
Crying like a child
Our great love is dead
Oh he who lived so much
br/>He who slept outside
Under the bridges in all winds
He who was bursting with hope
He who walked while dancing
He who was afraid of the dark
br/>He is dead now
Great loves are frail
They waver with time
Great loves falter
Great loves are crazy
They are mad from their torment
The great cruel loves
Our great love is dead
We must dress him in white
We must perfume his body
Watch him for three nights
We must put it in the ground
Without a coffin, nor a sacrament
So that it comes back in flower
So that it has its time
Great loves are fré ªthe
They waver with time
Great loves falter
Great loves are crazy
They are crazy with their torment
Great cruel loves

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