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Music: Decker/
Hertrich
Lyrics: Hertrich
Well, my king, in silence sadtrip we after what we read
We the globe can compass soonswifter than the wandering moon
I look to like,if looking liking prays
I gather thorns,seek nights to happy days
On life's vast ocean do we sail
I pity myself, cause passion is the gale
Tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew
I know my grievance or be much denied
Mistempered sorrow, fear me not !
You dreamt a dream tonight and so did I
And since You wove dreams of joy and fearwhich made me terrible and dear
But I arose and saw the dawnwhen light rode high and dew was gone
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