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Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today, |
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When the prophets break so unfeelingly the ray of my luck. |
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And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain, |
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To forever take down from mute mouth the bitter fruit of my wailing. |
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I interweaved by aure of despair, |
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I judge that the joy is only punishment for me, |
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Only load of other disappointment, |
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Which I can't already bear anymore. |
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Also sorrow me dresses, dresses me in his tearful clothing. |
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On this distressful way, on which is obvious to pity. |
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I, on crossway of joy and sadness, my mind search, |
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If the pleasure sheer fief is and the kingdom is the sorrow?! |
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I interweaved by aure of despair, |
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I judge, that the joy is only punishment for me, |
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Only load of other disappointment, |
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Which I can't already bear anymore. |
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I pressed, in dreams pressed on my heart the gentlest flower. |
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And I craved, how vainly craved, when in my soul the grief started to push. |
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Oversad, oversad the song pitiless fate didn't stop to sing to me. |
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Although the love in my heart abundantly blooms, here isn't why, |
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Ah, here isn't why to enjoy! |
