I long for you
as a flower longs for the morning dew
I long for you
A a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more
and let me smile agaon
before I go away
and cease to be While I refused to speak
my agony was quickened
my heart burned within me
as the fever rose
my eyes are open
but I can not see.
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