I shall bury my weary love
Any surgery
In the forest all in black
When I'll lose you
I shall put no flowers at his head
Nor a stone at his feet
Forth and mouth I loved so much
Was meant to see
I shall grow more to his grace
For the ones I come
I shall give as much of joy
As my hands ...
I shall steal or give in the sun
Where the wide wings blow
But who I shall weep at night
When love will go
Now the ..