My heart weeps that thou might turn away from me,
Yet a hope dwells within that thou can ne'er forget me,
Then why hast thou shown black face unto me?
Thou make my heart cry, much grieved,
I've looked at ther, but thou turned away,
Do not let my heart grieve sans thee,
For thou hast touched me in depth,
Let the sun go down, and stars cease twinkling,
But let not my heart wander sans thee,
Kill me not with thy mystic silence,
Let our world of love shine with lasting joy,
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