You were
crying on a quiet night,
Those tears
in your eyes you weren"t hiding,
I was so
sad and so depressed inside,
And yet we
couldn"t overcome misunderstanding.
Now you are
gone, I"m here, on my own,
My dreams
have faded, losing tint and colour,
You left me,
and again I am all alone,
Without
tenderness and greeting, in my parlour.
When evening
comes I often, crowned with rue,
Come to the
place of our dating here,
And in my
dreams I see the sight of you
And hear you
crying bitterly, my dear.
1912-1913
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