If solitude follows grief
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This heart of mine a wilderness
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Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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No more flowers to pick in May
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Any words are all in vain
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No more flowers to pick in May
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Any words are all in vain
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Love is a gift from Heaven
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Lifts into grace our lowest desires
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Shared with angels By Gods given
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Like passion, a spark of immortal fire
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This heart of mine a wilderness
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This heart of mine a wilderness
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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But beautiful poems do not cover pain
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In loss I cannot sense any splendour
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Comforting words are all in vain
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Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender
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Tragedy grand in a theatre play
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They claim sunshine to follow after rain
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But no more flowers to pick in May
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For death she is all the same
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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What comfort offers a last caress?
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No more flowers to pick in May
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Any words are all in vain
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No more flowers to pick in May
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Any words are all in vain
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Grief
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| Danse Macabre |
