I lost my way at dark
in lonely woods one night
I turned to left and right
I could not hear the lark
I lost my love one day
the fire had lost its spark
I felt the blunt remark
that love can never stay
why gods chose me to mark
I simply cannot say
but much to my dismay
alone I must embark
I lost my way at dark
in lonely woods one night
I turned to left and right
I could not hear the lark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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