what cruelty of fate
the sisters twist
their threads upon my supple wrist
that i could be so finely kissed
then pushed away from his midst
and to have to play this tale
anew again each day -no fail
get up, get ready, to see you thus
so many things we must discuss
i cannot escape in any way
from the body of this play
no sense of control have i in this
from the moment - ev'n before your first kiss
i cannot deny, you cannot accept
this twisted tail such as i have wept
oh i have wept!
oh cruel fate, don't tease me so
let love be true or let me go!
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