all beauty must die...
aber die schönsten, hier eine blüte von meinem weißblatt, machen sogar im tod noch noch eine gute figur...
''On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow,
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief.
As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die",
lent down and planted a rose between her teeth.''
lyrics by nick cave
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