CITY OF LIGHT
immortial soul, be on our guard
to suffer no mortal pain
as you leave the earthly plane
the way through death and dark is hard
at the city of light, by the golden gate
god's soldier on parade
ask what you did, ask what you made
they don't ask rank or name or state
at the entrance the pilgrim leaves behind
his dusty pinching shoes
this floor for slippers, soft and loose
beautiful music, peace of mind
© Heinrich Heine
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