Do you love me? Do you love, love me? ,
She said to in a humble voice
Of her own
And stood I hearing her speechlessly
Just like turning stone,
As what to say to, what not?
Do you love me? Do you love me, say do you love me? ,
I still hear the voice
And the heart feels it pain
In remembering her, Oh, this lost love!
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