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The birds have flown |
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They hear the weeping |
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They know the grief |
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When rain is waking up |
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Only you really know |
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Where the thorns do burn |
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In hollow heart |
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How the heart is in distress |
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I touched the burden |
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Grinding me the pain, surely did |
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Grief was in the silver-mirrors of your heart |
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I caressed it |
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I suffered too |
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Death cut you into marrow and bone |
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The bleeding was unending |
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Distant is the blackest veil |
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Yet it surely touched |
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Where the pain is great |
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Piteous heart sore diseased |
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Woeful pain please be eased |
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Never again a heavenly bliss |
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As midsummers flowers you longed to kiss |
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Your pain is mine |
