The room of toys

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Mad Girl´s Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
( I think I made you up inside my head. )

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon - struck, kissed me quite insane.
( I think I made you up inside my head. )

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
( I think I made you up inside my head. )

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
( I think I made you up inside my head. )"

Sylvia Plath