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 ..