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In darknesses I saw her cheerless world,

in which eyes are drowned like aimless shots.

Oh, orphaned was the rose, which her flower was taken away

and never again hasn´t bloomed among asfodels of Hades.

Even one tear is more,

that I´d wish.

And words countless,

which I can´t say ever more.

the word´s from my lips

someone removed,

my vain longing

not seeing.

Oh, how cold is arm of uninvited sorrow,

which hasn´t stopped from my palm so far to read to me.

the unreally empty morning of unurowned kings

burns for you slowly and silently like blank sheet.

even one tear is more...