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I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! |
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Far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be |
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For the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, |
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Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die. |
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a sadness that may not die |
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A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose; |
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Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes, |
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Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew: |
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For I would we were changed to white birds on the foam: I and you! |
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to white birds on the foam: I and you! |
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Bend low, that I may crown you, flower of the branch |
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silver fish my hands have taken from the running stream, |
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morning star, trembling in the heavens like a white fawn on the border of a wood |
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Bend that I may crown you, that I may crown you. |
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Were we only white birds, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea, |
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white birds on the foam of the sea.! |