Grotesque fairyland-astray With fine falling snow this myth now melts away Through bloody archways it flows upstreams to see this heartache parching me Burns my gaiety, tahng down it`s golden mask My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee Your musing thoughts caressed by fear I hear some nightingales, they sing My withered dreams to heal
Beauty`s rose should never die My grief lies onward, joy behind But nature calls it to be gone So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter`s day For restful death I beg Ere that sun doth wake Drown my sins`black memory
What freezings have I felt what dark days seen in sleep a kind Mounted on the wind your bareness comes to touch the seals
Stormy gusts of winter`s day For restful death I beg Ere that sun doth wake Drown my sins` black memory
For never resting time leads summer on my heart is slain Withing this would which iron did impress there will a river whispering run The very birds are mute The dread the winter`s near Their sings, they wet my eyes Drown my world with weeping earnestly
Too hot the eye of heaven shined Anon, the tunnel I will find Praise deep vermilion in the rose What tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light, thy picture in my sight It`s held within his hands It`s grounded in my heart Disguised in bridal veils
Morning shadows wear away How many mornings have I seen?
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