When I am at rest,
My mind goes down below
All the pleasures they bestow
Unwelcome guests.
On a rock I rest
The tide threatening
To take me
Where I know best.
At once I am called to that place so deep
With ease I have wept
A comfort where I slept.
Falling-
My way calling
To an endless turning
My soul surely burning
For when fate calls you
You go to certain misery.
Round and round
Floating and yearning
O my Dear!
O my Dear!
Gently falling
When I am at rest,
My mind goes down below
All the pleasures they bestow
Unwelcome guests.
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