Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian
wine... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine! Where
sorrow's strong and so is joy. Melancholy - still my desire,
O let my heart by thee inspire... O fill the air with thy
sweet scent, Let thy light, thy star crescent. Wherever she
dwells I will bid a farewell sigh For she dwells with beauty
- beauty that must die And deep inside me I will wait for
her return To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn
O lust and rueful thought be mine, My soul enhanced,
desires... Melancholy. My heart is thine.
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