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Shadows over me, far, afar—
Moving and moving—
Dropping my eyelids,
There too they are.

The sun, a golden key I win,
Turning and turning,
Opes the sweet heavens
And lets me in.

Lovers, 'tis true, lovers a score;
Sighing and sighing;
One, right one, were better,
Yet, fate, send me more.

Friends leave me, how, I cannot tell;
Yearning and yearning,
Others rise after,
Loved as well.