Every now and then she comes to my memory
A glimpse of the past, now so far
But once to me she was very dear
Alas, love gave her no freedom; without love she’s free.
Once, her thoughts entangled me and held me tight
Of her were my dreams all the day and all the night
I cannot drop her from my memory, tried I have all wizardry
But still, now and then, she comes to my memory.
Now, am I lonely? Am I sad? Nay!
I have no reason to be sad or to curse my luck,
Left she has, dying I mustn’t lay.
Life’s a journey, walk I must, I must walk.
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