What do I owe to you,
Beloved,
Who loved me once all night?
You never gave my soul two wings,
Nor sang to me your songs.
Sighing oh, to her I loved above,
Everyone naught else.
And you who loved me then not now,
I once knew her fitted gate;
That led through heaven, it's tall walls
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