(Fou de Toi)
All the sights I see
Blind with pain
Could never haunt me
Any more
Any more
Than the love
you took away from me
I weighed your words as grains of gold
Gave my heart into your hands
Now a fool is growing old
On love that's grown dispair
-
All my days are free
Of the smiles
With which you loved me
Evermore
Evermore
'Til the night
Fills all my memories
I held the sway on your delight
While my songs of joy prevailed
But when I sang in sorrows voices
Love was lost to care
for S.R.
Photo: © Kerstin Mlynkitz
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