Without you, the soaked hour,
Soaked, yet bereft of flower.
Lonely, this space, where do I seek you?
Your traces, lost, I beseech you.
My desires, young, mad for you,
Come, oh come, anew.
In my chest, your longing breathes,
What to do, my soul it weaves?
Come, oh come.
My heart calls out, a plea,
What does my pulse say, my love, do you not see?
Where, oh where, are you, my life?
My sorrows search, in endless strife.
What atmosphere, a shroud so gray,
Silent are the valleys, come what may.
By my love, I swear, come near,
Upon my lips, a burning tear.
What can I say, in this dark plight?
Let not your touch steal my light.
In my heart, the embers glow, my love, do you not know?
Without you...
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