--treat all wounds I will, let them scar me all over first
--o! life ! what else did you give me besides sorrows
--let now death be my companion
--before each breath drowns in tears-let the heart bleed openly torn apart
--what can it do more the cursed
--let the heart be ashamed on its faithlessness
--I shall die only in your arms dream of it
--let just my pains intensely cross limits
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