Aching came, a whisper thin,
Aching when my moon veiled then,
Hid from me her radiant sheen,
Aching came, a whisper thin,
Aching.
So estranged, I've become now,
On that day, I met her somehow,
Yes, so estranged, I've become now,
When, on that day, we met somehow,
Her friends, they called me madman's name,
Aching came, a whisper thin,
Aching.
In her love, forgot her then,
What became of my soul's keen ken?
In her love, forgot her then,
What became of my soul's keen ken?
You reminded me of her grace,
Of her anklets' chiming strain,
Aching came, a whisper thin,
Aching.
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