On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
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On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

~ Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds/Kylie Minogue ~
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lDpnjE1LUvE

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4 years ago
Ich liebe die Poesie Deiner Bilder! ...
Und - perfektes Lied als Inspiration!

Rames
6 years ago
einfach faszinierend - mit einem sehr passenden Text!

LG Dirk

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