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Ïåñíÿ `The Spirit`s Song`, Hob XXVIa: 41
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ditlinda (10.03.2018 12:45)
Hark! Hark, what I tell to thee,
Nor sorrow o`er the tomb;
My spirit wanders free,
And waits till thine shall come.
All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep,
Thy head upon the stone
Where my cold ashes sleep.
I watch thy speaking eyes,
And mark each falling tear;
I catch thy passing sighs,
Ere they are lost in air.
Hark! Hark, what I tell to thee, etc.
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Nor sorrow o`er the tomb;
My spirit wanders free,
And waits till thine shall come.
All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep,
Thy head upon the stone
Where my cold ashes sleep.
I watch thy speaking eyes,
And mark each falling tear;
I catch thy passing sighs,
Ere they are lost in air.
Hark! Hark, what I tell to thee, etc.