Herzeleid
Heartache
Ulrich
The willows, listless, let their branches overhang
The desolate waters' flow down-stream.
Cheeks pale, benumbed, her eyes downcast,
The girl, so wretched, in a dream
Lets fall her spray of immortelles
Heavy with the weight of tears - and ah,
The whispering waves, hushed, sound the knell:
Ophelia, Ophelia .....
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