He, who stole slumber from my eyes, I've found him,
in a village far, a haven.
Cool shadows, a river flowing, I must go,
beyond the river, found him again.
He, who stole slumber from my eyes.
Across the river, he awaits,
my lost beloved, waits for me.
My lost beloved, awaits.
Awaits, my lost beloved.
The path remains, where his shadows fall,
all that was within, now spills from my lips.
He desires me, they say, driving me mad,
Across the river, he awaits,
my lost beloved, waits for me.
My lost beloved, awaits.
Awaits, my lost beloved.
He, who stole slumber from my eyes, I've found him,
in a village far, a haven.
Cool shadows, a river flowing, I must go,
beyond the river, found him again.
He, who stole slumber from my eyes.
Across the river, he awaits,
my lost beloved, waits for me.
My lost beloved, awaits.
Awaits, my lost beloved.
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