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Good-bye, my song -- I, who found words for sorrow, / Offer my joy to-day a useless lute. / In the deep night I sang me of the morrow; / The sun is on my face and I am mute.
Good-bye, my song, in you was all my yearning, / The prayer for this poor heart I wore so long. / Now love heaps roses where the wounds were burning; / What need have I for song?
Long since I sang of all one loves and misses; / How may I sing to-day who know no wrong? / My lips are all for laughter and for kisses. / Good-bye, my song.