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Bad winds...Small breeze...Hollow ice...Autumns now shall shine...Oceans...Moveless eventide...Far away from sight...From the moonlight bring up dreamsStraight from hands to theeOld born townOn the streetsNights, Games, FantasyMy dreams and thoughts and fateThe balance´s at your feetOh angel born too late,For foreman to meetFor live with emotions must I dream to think you're mineWhat purity I've lost so tender as the wineIn what muse senses froze this?Could the lights feel weak?But dreams are far to me,The balance´s at your feetOh angel born too late,For fallen men to meetWhat pure emotions must I dream to think you´re mineWhat purity I´ve lost so tender, I should find...Around my careless world, I dream to think you´re mineWhat purity I´ve lost, so tender and divine?What purity I´ve lost !oh thee! to think you´re mineDown to the falling leaves that are brokened throught the danceAround my caresless words I´d dream to think you´re mineOh! What a purity I´ve lost...
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