In the forest trees are frozen,
In this close to dawning hour,
In a moment dammed, unholy,
By my memories devoured.
Among the trees that snows have covered,
Heard somebody gently singing,
Her voice through the forest ringing,
Tis some girl, I have discovered.
For her I'd give this precious moment,
Her hair brown and lips like wine,
In my heart misery and torment,
She will never be mine.
Apple from the Eden garden,
A virgin to me forbidden,
My baleful soul has hardened,
It keeps the secret, obscure and hidden.
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