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I wished Your heart was grown
To shoot an arrow to me down
You made waste of all I have
The worst everfall I serve
I only think that You forgot me
I hope You see what You did to me
Such a harm a wind will do at sea
I leave you now with better company
Go, tenderness of years
No sighing sign she hears
Fall whatever falls
Sweet flowery welkin' call
Fall whatever falls
Sweet flowery welkin' call
See I keep the day,
Cure overnights so grey
There are many keys, but wherefore should I go?
No sign of hearts, but You breathing now
I'll leave to hang myself, pity on my loss
Meadows never crossed,
Winter now at hand!
"I am honey-mouthed, but I don't talk
You smell my feelings as You walk"
You have the choice
To make me blessed or cursed
Soft Your bright voice
Scorn running time and make it worse
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