How cold your little hand is Let me warm it for you Whats the use of looking? We wont find it in the dark But luckily Its a moonlit night And the moon Is near us here Wait, mademoiselle I will tell you in two words Who I am, what I od And how I live. May I? Who am I? I am a poet What do I do? I write And how do I live? I live In my carefree poverty I squander rhymes And love songs like a lord When it comes to dreams and visions And castles in the air Ive the soul of a millionaire From time to time two thieves Steal all the jewels Out of my safe, two pretty eyes They came in with you just now And my customary dreams My lovely dreams Melted at once into thin air! But the theft doesnt anger me For their place has been Taken by hope! Now that you know all about me Speak, tell me who you are Please do!
two, customary, od, live, mademoiselle