Marcus Jung - Summer Mirth

Sweet delirium, stay with me through the heat and torrential rain
Allay my heart all its woes and, like a balm, soothe the pain
In return I'll course through the world like a spirit,
Like a ghost without a soul
Chasing the amorous taste of summer mirth, year by year,
And to my grave.

Sweet delirium, wait.
You promised me you'll never leave.

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