By a hand of a boy, on a camel, The Panzerdivision there is.
Three days before, fallin' love with the librarian, Das Kapital Kritik der politischen Okonomie getting out of.
In the empty can, of an astronaut, dropping into the eardrum.
By spring tide, also my aborted baby, homecoming.
The death as the end of their infatuation, du paradis, directly below.