| I seek for You, take my leave, so fare You well
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| I lost all hopes, truth may come to light and die
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| And for my love I pray You, wrong me not
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| Let us all ring fancy’s bell, ding, dong, bell!
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| Such as I am now for myself alone
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| My eyes still look, look as swift as Yours
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| I pray You cure my mind that’s drenched with blood
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| A dancing heart, but not for joy
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| No power in the tongue of man
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| My deeds upon my head crushing
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| Head crushing mad,"God sort it all"
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| You shall deem Yourself loaged in my heart
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| Sick is my head, let it bleed, desire to die!
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| I will lend You sorrow, borrow none
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| I never serve Your mind, I say «no way»!
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| «Remember You were mine
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| 'cause You obeyed my wine
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| My favour stopped to bleed
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| Over now my greed!»
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| And You will come, I never serve Your mind
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| And You will come and leave Your world behind
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| «I fly away by night, to higher steps of might
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| The thorns You stand upon, they never will pass on!» |