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My peace is gone, My heart is heavy,
I will find it never and never more.
Where I do not have him, That is the grave,
The whole world Is bitter to me.
My poor head Is crazy to me,
My poor mind Is torn apart.
For him only, I look Out the window
Only for him do I go Out of the house.
His tall walk, His noble figure,
His mouth's smile, His eyes' power,
And his mouth's Magic flow,
His handclasp, and ah! his kiss!
My *** urges itself toward him.
Ah, might I grasp And hold him!
And kiss him, As I would wish,
At his kisses I should die!