.And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there,
as my heart longs to thee...
...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,
its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me is woe.
The wine of lo.
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