A sorrow, a sorrow
burns my soul,
a sorrow falls into the abism
of our forgotten love.
And now,
in thie early morning
in which I can't sleep
I cry
when I remember that goodbye
you told me
the night when I died
last time.
And your hand, which I held strong.
Don't leave me, I need you,
I begged.
Don't leave me, I love you,
I shrieked.
But you were no longer ther,
but you're no here either.
And now,
in this early morning
in which I can't sleep,
I beg you again,
Don't leave me, I miss you,
don't leave me, come back.
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