| So in this forest grove they bid me dwell
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| Under oak trees in this deathly barrow
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| Old is this feeling, all I do is yearn
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| The dales are dark and overgrown with briars
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| Joyless is this place, full often here
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| The absence of my kin, falls sharply on my soul!
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| Dear lovers in the world still they lie content
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| While I alone, at break of dawn must walk!
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| Under oak trees round this earthly cave
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| I remain the length of summer days
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| Where I weep my many hardships
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| Contrive to rest my careworn heart
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| All my loves are fatally outcast
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| Far off in some distant land
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| Frozen by storms and under stony cliffs
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| In desolate realms near torrid seas!
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| My weary heart must suffer all
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| And call to mind a stronger time
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| Grief must always be my friend
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| Of she who mourns for her beloved |