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The wind blows and is fierce, |
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He looks at me and smiles, |
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With scornful words and dissolute, -- the smile of pride. |
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To the center of my heart I am grieved. |
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The wind blows, with clouds of dust. |
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Kindly he seems to be willing to come to me; |
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[But] he neither goes nor comes. |
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Long, long, do I think of him. |
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The wind blew, and the sky was cloudy; |
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Before a day elapses, it is cloudy again. |
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I awake, and cannot sleep; |
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I think of him, and gasp. |
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All cloudy is the darkness, |
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And the thunder keeps muttering. |
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I awake and cannot sleep; |
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I think of him, and my breast is full of pain. |