sábado, 4 de outubro de 2014

The Notwist


"Goodbye,” I said to my conscience
"Goodbye for aye and aye,"
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.

But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace;
And I cried: 
“Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face.”
But conscience cried: 
“I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place.

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