The 3rd And The Mortal
Stream
I long for you
As a flower longs for the morning dew
I long for you
A a hind longs for the running streams
Frown on me no more
And let me smile agaon
Before I go away
And cease to be
While I refused to speak
My agony was quickened
My heart burned within me
As the fever rose
My eyes are open
But I can not see