The heat of the sun does not warm my chill sorrow:
You have abandoned me, alone to ill sorrow.
Belovéd woman, goddess of light in the night,
I pray for your aid to conquer this hill, sorrow.
My mind swells with madness now that you are away,
Nothing shall be left behind by the mill, sorrow.
I seek you only, I wish to immerse myself,
But of your waters there is not a gill - sorrow!
I would dance to your music and sway with delight,
Yet the only sounds I hear are of shrill sorrow.
Queen of the crossroads, bright bearer of the lantern,
Guide me to you that I may again still sorrow.
It is only when I am in your arms, white ghost,
That I truly feel anyone can kill sorrow.
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