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Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only, |
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Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand? |
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Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate. |
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Ah, this damned edge spilt the passion in me, |
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But, but killed your love, your love! |
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Ah, how I regret my own deed and beg for forgiveness. |
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Eros! My tears flow down rough and dark bark of a tree, |
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Which once was beauty and soft body yours. |
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Among fingers the twigs |
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I entwine and dream, |
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I caress their leaves and touch of you seek in them. |
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I fall down in depths, |
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In depths, from which isn't return. |
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In madness |
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I seek the oblivion, |
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I don't want suffer anymore! |
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Throttled sorrow is now my gloomy friend, |
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Friend torturing my parchedly longing soul. |
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As shadow now |
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I stray over meadow full of asfodels, |
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Flowers, which seal up my fatal hopeless. |
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Where ends the affliction, |
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I ask and look at heavens. |
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Already I recollect only |
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And the wreath start to wind. |
