The clouds have withheld their tears this time,
The wind has hushed its wild chime,
How desolate your memory's lane, this time,
The clouds have withheld their tears this time.
How many veils have I woven to forget,
How many veils have I woven to forget,
How many veils have I woven to forget,
A great torment, barely averted this time,
The clouds have withheld their tears this time.
Or in my eye's begging bowl, a tear did gleam,
Or in my eye's begging bowl, a tear did gleam,
Or in my eye's begging bowl, a tear did gleam,
Or in the dark, a candle's soft beam,
The clouds have withheld their tears this time.
Who has the time to watch the smoke ascend,
Who has the time to watch the smoke ascend,
Who has the time to watch the smoke ascend,
A hut, far from the city, has now met its end,
The clouds have withheld their tears this time,
How desolate your memory's lane, this time,
The clouds have withheld their tears this time.
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