| A dainty figure in the morning mist
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| «Bide your time and hold out hope»
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| She whispered, «or set your heart at rest
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| For it is a foolish heart I leave behind»
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| For all that once was is now gone
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| Wherever at this sleeper may lie
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| Sweetly to decease and be torn asunder
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| To bewail your loss in these nights
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| The hauntings of a wayward day
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| Shall never follow you on your way
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| For you to leave this, your bitter trail
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| I sought you, may this delight prevail
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| Our hearts filled with fright as we run
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| From the hideous presence of the sun
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| The hauntings of a wayward day
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| Shall never follow you on your way
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| Her mighty harbinger, a morning star
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| At the van of day, leaves no enmity no contempt
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| The first gleam of sunlight illuminates the sky
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| So with reluctant dread I hide from the vivid light
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| Aweary of the outset’s first sentinel
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| I cringe away in deepest despair
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| The moon looks upon my departure with a watery eye
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| Wanton winds accompany me on my long way home
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| As I hear the dawn’s yearning call
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| I bid farewell to you all |