Oh you are coming, coming, coming, How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? — But why does it anger my heart to long so For one man out of the world of men? Oh I would live in myself only And build my life lightly and still as a dream — Are not my thoughts clearer than your thoughts And colored like stones in a running stream? Now the slow moon brightens in heaven, The stars are ready, the night is here — Oh why must I lose myself to love you, My dear?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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