My friends, companions, mine,
Loyal, or the faithless kind?
My friends, companions, mine,
Loyal, or the faithless kind?
Lost are they, the whole of them,
Blameless, every heart and mind.
My friends, companions, mine.
None have grasped the wound I bear,
On my very soul it lies.
None have grasped, the pain I share,
In the depths of my heart, it cries.
Love has wept, and sorrow too,
At each word, each sigh, each prize.
Whom to call my own today?
Tell me, tell me, if you can,
My friends, companions, mine,
Loyal, or the faithless kind?
Lost are they, the whole of them,
Blameless, every heart and mind.
My friends, companions, mine.
Thinking, thought itself did weep,
For what reasons, who can say?
Thinking, thought itself did weep,
In what ways, and every day.
Now we laugh, at what we mourned,
At what brought us to dismay.
Lost they are, and judge me so,
Offering punishment this way.
My friends, companions, mine,
Loyal, or the faithless kind?
Lost are they, the whole of them,
Blameless, every heart and mind.
My friends, companions, mine.
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