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I. O mother, I am sick of love, / I cannot laugh nor lift my head, / My bitter dreams have broken me, / I would my love were dead.
"Drink of the draught I brew for thee, / Thou shalt have quiet in its stead."
II. Where is the silver in the rain, / Where is the music in the sea, / Where is the bird that sang all day / To break my heart with melody?
"The night thou badst Love fly away, / He hid them all from thee. "