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[00:14.28]I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
[03:20.14][00:28.27]Far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be
[02:52.51][00:41.75]For the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
[03:05.88][00:55.43]Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
[01:09.25]a sadness that may not die
[01:19.71]A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
[01:32.70]Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
[01:47.16]Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
[02:00.66]For I would we were changed to white birds on the foam: I and you!
[02:14.27]to white birds on the foam: I and you!
[02:24.72]Bend low, that I may crown you, flower of the branch
[02:31.94]silver fish my hands have taken from the running stream,
[02:38.93]morning star, trembling in the heavens like a white fawn on the border of a wood
[02:46.38]Bend that I may crown you, that I may crown you.
[03:33.47]Were we only white birds, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea,
[03:47.51]white birds on the foam of the sea.!