Not all my torments
Will your pity move
All my cares
Does your cold heart remove.
A subtle torment-
You do me wrong
A torture O so long!
In sorrow I sing this song-
Your heart does mine great scorn
For pleasures you greatly remove
A final sigh does not improve
A weary soul-
Is worn.
A final call to life
Within my hour of strife
A tolling bell-
A resounding knell-
For I will fall until I die.
And you may be the why-
And when-
I don't return again.
Not all my torments
Will your pity move
All my cares
Does your cold heart remove.
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