When I am free
Where'er I do fly
I am beneath so far,
Mine soul does cry.
All is lost
Joy ephemeral
O gone is my bliss
With sorrow I do kiss
Your timorous being.
Disgorge my overflowing heart
As such can I never salvage
My efflorescent mind.
But then my blissful soul you prove
Pleasures and pain you move.
O pity me
If by constant tenderness
Ah! Cruel evening breeze
Which made me freeze!
Sorrow is my friend
Sleeping there at my end
Never wanting for a parting sigh
I fall and softly die.
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