Be sad in years to come
While you wait
Not with a face of satire
But wallowing in melancholy
With a fierce thought of me
Fools, fools, fools they are
What they feel is fear
For to truly hate
First you must know how to love
Farewell my beloved
While you wait
Not with a face of satire
But wallowing in melancholy
With a fierce thought of me
Fools, fools, fools they are
What they feel is fear
For to truly hate
First you must know how to love
Farewell my beloved
Fiddes von Lochinvar
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