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Tearful against empty heavens |
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I again bow to this soil and weep |
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As a mute mess of clouds crumbles the light |
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Roses of blood, come and dwindle |
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These watery eyes from where the tears do fall |
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The wounds which no tool can erase |
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Minutes long for hours |
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Hours yearn for days |
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But this night everything is forgotten |
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Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand |
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Like yearning did tremble a dream of affection I bear |
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O heart be filled with this trembling desire |
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All these wounds collected during years in despair |
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Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand |
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This infinite gnawing pain |
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I have yet to survive |
