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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!" |
