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A carnival, a flesh farewell Heissens rising from the dead Wyman-Elvis! calls our gurrel And counts the ash to where he bled: At the first a crimson mist At the second sleeplessness At the third a broken tryst At the fourth, Iwonesomeness Gawly in the sweethearts leaves Gawly in the soldier's tears As the Riddle river grieves: Wyman-Elvis disappears Only in a scrid of flesh Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern And only by her own gooseflesh Knows she somewhen he'll return Aus Songtexte Mania