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Lay your arm now upon my shoulder,
Let the world never grow any older,
Let the hands of the watch you gave me freeze.
Ill fate and sorrow will not pass us by
And the cuckoo will no longer cry
Amid our leafless fire-blackened trees.
Where I faced doom but didn’t perish,
You, city of granite, hellish, cherished,
Have fallen silent, turned deathly white.

Why do you rush off in a throng,
As if each saw the bride for whom he longed,
While I’m left behind to stand forlorn,
Alone in the gloom, facing that black frame
From which there looks out, still the same,
That drama of the bitterest pain,
That hour none ever rightly mourned?

She leapt into life and ran towards the sea,
in full ceremonial undress.
You, in the helmet and cloak, behind her,
Who came unmasked, your face unobscured,
Like a fairy-tale youth, your heart is pure,
What is it that chokes your soul with grief?
In your every word pain opens up,
So black a sorrow runs through your love,
And why does that little stream of blood
Drip down the petal of your cheek?

A grief so great would lay a mountain low,
Would make the rush of mighty rivers cease,
But has no power to move the prison bolts
Or reach beyond them to the convicts holes
And the mortal agony.
Some breathe fresh air and feel light breezes play,
Some love the lingering sunset’s tranquil mood,
We don’t know, for us it’s all one place,