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Why, why my Juliette,
why does your heart slumber?
What spell has my sleeping beauty
been put under?
Awake! Arise as the sun
for when the sun sets in the east
the west awaits it morning.
Come, radiate your smile
across the landscapes of my heart
and let me behold your beauty,
Gods precious work of art
For too long we have been seperated
by thunderclouds and rain
that strike into my longing soul
and shower me with pain . . .
How comforting the memories
of precious days of old,
kept frozen in this winter
as love is left . . . to a lonely cold