Away!
The day is in love with darksome night,
The spring's in love with winter;
Life is in love with death—
And thou, thou lovest me!
Thou lovest me—and shadows grim
Already close around thee;
Thy bloom and beauty fade;
Thy soul to death is bleeding.
Ah, let me be! and only love
The butterflies that gaily
Flit i' the scent and sunshine—
Forsake me and my sorrow!
The spring's in love with winter;
Life is in love with death—
And thou, thou lovest me!
Thou lovest me—and shadows grim
Already close around thee;
Thy bloom and beauty fade;
Thy soul to death is bleeding.
Ah, let me be! and only love
The butterflies that gaily
Flit i' the scent and sunshine—
Forsake me and my sorrow!
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