Let it be cruelly for me to tears
Let heart to grieve without measure
Your name of five letters
Gives me strength, happiness and pleasure
It comes to me at night
It forces my mind to delight
And returnes me the Basic Beliefs
As the tree nourishes the ground fallen leaves
And if oblivion is destined
To bring back the gifts of memory
It will leave your name on my lips
It's whispering as a creeed will be granted
Alter
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