Once, sorrow was a whisper, a fleeting guest,
Now, your memory, a constant ache in my breast.
Now, every moment, your memory brings tears,
Once, sorrow was a whisper, silencing my fears.
Now, every moment, your memory appears.
Once, sorrow was a whisper, a shadow's grace,
But this separation, this agony, I now embrace.
But this separation, a burning brand,
Once, sorrow was a whisper, across the barren land.
But this separation, etched upon my hand.
How can I tell you, how to make you see,
That on your memory, my life hangs free?
That on your memory, I find my way,
How can I tell you, come what may,
I drink the tears of sorrow, every day.
How can I tell you, how to make it known,
That your faithlessness might leave me prone?
That your faithlessness might bring my end,
How can I tell you, my only friend,
That this parting might not just bend?
Oh, foolish one, why do you weep and wail?
For me to bear the grief of this farewell.
For me to bear the sadness, the pain,
Oh, foolish one, again and again,
For you, the wedding music, the sweet refrain.
Oh, foolish one, why do you cry and plead?
To leave this village, is my destined deed.
To leave this village, my fate to meet,
Oh, foolish one, your tears, bittersweet,
To spend my life on this wandering street.
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