Never do I find You close by;
Merits from the lips of others I am hearing.
Why do You not come, do You even hear my words;
Why don't You speak, calling me?
At late night dark, You are the polestar;
Hope You infuse in the despairing heart.
In helpless mind, fall of light You are;
Not having seen, my life am I consigning.
With song of thought surpassing speech,
You go on staying in my memory.
With rhythmic flow You've kept on dancing;
Full of sweetness, You are everywhere.
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But maybe once or twice You might come by.
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