Gray twilight lay
In the spring the city pale.
The car sang away
The horn of victory.
Looking through the window of pale,
By tightly pressed against the glass…
looking. You have changed a long time,
irrevocable.
11 February 1910
Gray twilight lay
In the spring the city pale.
The car sang away
The horn of victory.
Looking through the window of pale,
By tightly pressed against the glass…
looking. You have changed a long time,
irrevocable.
11 February 1910
