My soul on thine eyes is hanging, those eyes so full of joy and tears. My only guilt was that I saw thee, which I to pardon have no might. Thou go'st away and, well, to follow thee must I no more, thou art for me now lost for ever, my soul's dear bride, whom I adore.
My soul on thine eyes is hanging, those eyes so full of joy and tears. My only guilt was that I saw thee, which I to pardon have no might. Thou go'st away and, well, to follow thee must I no more, thou art for me now lost for ever, my soul's dear bride, whom I adore.
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My soul on thine eyes is hanging, those eyes so full of joy and tears. My only guilt was that I saw thee, which I to pardon have no might. Thou go'st away and, well, to follow thee must I no more, thou art for me now lost for ever, my soul's dear bride, whom I adore.
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