More than the cloud to the sky,
More than the wave to the sea,
More than the rain to the rose,
Are you to me.
My love is hidden in her breast,
Where I may never be;
Love comes to all the rest,
Why not me?
Will you remember me when,
My bones cry out from the dust;
Why not me, why not me?
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