To whom shall I surrender heart, when no beloved's found?
To whom shall I pour out my art, when no beloved's around?
My heart, it wanders, torn apart, when no beloved is bound.
In this, no fault resides, no start, when no beloved's crowned.
If a wealthy companion should appear, my heart might then descend,
And if a lover, true and near, my restless heart could mend.
Friends come and go, in constant flow,
Friends come and go, in constant flow.
Though all are charmed, my soul's aglow, when no beloved's known.
Bid me farewell, let the truth show, when no beloved is grown.
Why this decree, this lonely woe, when no beloved is sown?
Yet joy I find, though seeds won't grow, when no beloved is shown.
Friends come and go, in constant flow,
Friends come and go, in constant flow.
If faithlessness my path should be, then heed my whispered plea,
If my heart breaks, remember me, and guard your heart, be free.
Hearken to me, and you will see,
Friends come and go, eternally,
Friends come and go, eternally.
To whom shall I surrender heart, when no beloved's found?
To whom shall I pour out my art, when no beloved's around?
My heart, it wanders, torn apart, when no beloved is bound.
In this, no fault resides, no start, when no beloved's crowned.
Friends come and go, in constant flow,
Friends come and go, a hundredfold they go.
Friends come and go, in constant flow,
Friends come and go, a hundredfold they go.
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