O won't thou
see, my love, what's done to me?
See how I have
been treated;
Heart set aside
so harshly.
But o, my love,
hear how I am singing still;
Did thou think I
would not?
I sing, tho'
laughter's ringing is still.
My love for thee
shall remain ever strong --
As Lume's golden
rays --
As the Wood
Thrush's song.
O, long as the
stars continue to rise
Above the sweet
flowers,
I'll be trapped
by thine eyes.
Only for thou,
my love, are my songs true;
The moon's glow
must fade
Before the
beauty of all thou do.
Understand this,
that tho' I did part
I slipped away
in pain
From my broken
heart.
Know that it
shattered my world
To
leave thee my dear, old girl.
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