Love faded away, the keepsake she left me is these children, three or four. I eat, I sleep… it’s all the same today as yesterday. The clock strikes one at midnight, I spring up, I straighten a quilt over the sleeping children by my side. Love faded away, true love will return to me never again… Love faded away before I grasped her tight. But what’s that?—the clock goes on striking. Love faded away, the rats in the ceiling gnaw a pillar, My life too is bitten by a tough chap called Time… There’s tomorrow, there’s tomorrow, things will be done tomorrow… I ask myself, what’s that tomorrow you speak about? The houses stand like the teeth of a comb, I build in one of them my own nest, And gaze at the keepsake Love left me.
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