Translated from the French of Guillaume du Nord, 12/12/03, by Phillip A. Ellis.
Spectres haunt my heart,
it seems I cannot sleep.
Spectres haunt
because we are apart
and the want to weep
strikes where sorrow’s deep,
spectres haunt.
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Printed on: December 1, 2008