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It's the usual story of the shepherd ...
The poor boy wanted to say it,
but fell asleep.
In sleep there is oblivion.
How I envy him!
If only I could find sleep like this -
to find, at least, oblivion in my sleep!
I only want to find peace:
if only I could forget everything.
But all my struggle is in vain..
I still see her sweet face before me!
And peace has left me for ever...
why do I have to suffer so much pain?
She always speaks straight to my heart!
Oh fatal vision, leave me alone!
You wound me so much!
Oh poor me!
