She torments us, then trusts, a cruel embrace,
She torments us, then trusts, a cruel embrace,
Your memory, a tempest, finds its space,
She torments us.
Those days we spent in love's sweet, fleeting grace,
Those days we spent in love's sweet, fleeting grace,
My searching eyes now seek that vanished place,
She torments us.
No grievance held, though fate has torn us through,
No grievance held, though fate has torn us through,
Your absence, now, it loves me, pure and true,
Your memory, a tempest, finds its space,
She torments us.
Beside the shore where vows were softly spun,
Beside the shore where vows were softly spun,
The river still awaits, for you, my one,
Your memory, a tempest, finds its space,
She torments us.
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