We became the lore of pain, since you departed life's terrain.
Shadows of dreams, a lingering stain, since you departed life's domain.
Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved,
In this plight, whom shall we call? Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved.
Tell me, oh tell me, who to call?
Whose fault, who knows, what has befallen?
Imagine the words, spoken or withheld, their calling.
Awake, the heart, throughout the night, Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved.
In this plight, whom shall we call? Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved.
Tell me, oh tell me, who to call?
The caravan feels still, since you departed life's will.
Scattered, a heavy, somber chill, since you departed life's thrill.
At every turn, they break the heart, all those we deem our own apart.
This life, is it grief or joy's art, where feelings fail to restart.
Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved,
In this plight, whom shall we call? Beloved, O Beloved, Beloved.
Tell me, oh tell me, who to call?
How alien this world appears, since you departed, drying tears.
Each moment, loneliness it rears, since you departed, conquering fears.
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