Long evenings full of longingLow-spirited my morningsFull of longing too my nightsAnd all the time the bitterest'Tis my lovely I long forIt is my darling I missMy black-browed one I grieve forBeneath the grass my trasureUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my treasureUnder the sand my sweet oneThere's no hearing my treasureNo seeing my marten-breastNo hearing her in the laneDriving below the windowChopping the wood by the stackClinking outside the cook-house:In the earth my berry liesBeneath the grass my trasureUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my treasureUnder the sand my sweet oneLong evenings full of longingLow-spirited my morningsFull of longing too my nightsAnd all the time the bitterestThere's no hearing my treasureNo seeing my marten-breastNo hearing her in the laneDriving below the windowChopping the wood by the stackClinking outside the cook-house:In the earth my berry liesIn the soil she's moulderingUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my trasureThe one I grieve forAMORPHIS . ELEGY
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Long evenings full of longingLow-spirited my morningsFull of longing too my nightsAnd all the time the bitterest'Tis my lovely I long forIt is my darling I missMy black-browed one I grieve forBeneath the grass my trasureUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my treasureUnder the sand my sweet oneThere's no hearing my treasureNo seeing my marten-breastNo hearing her in the laneDriving below the windowChopping the wood by the stackClinking outside the cook-house:In the earth my berry liesBeneath the grass my trasureUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my treasureUnder the sand my sweet oneLong evenings full of longingLow-spirited my morningsFull of longing too my nightsAnd all the time the bitterestThere's no hearing my treasureNo seeing my marten-breastNo hearing her in the laneDriving below the windowChopping the wood by the stackClinking outside the cook-house:In the earth my berry liesIn the soil she's moulderingUnder the sand my sweet oneBeneath the grass my trasureThe one I grieve forAMORPHIS . ELEGY