A flame that burns the day-long and the night, A flame that burns the day-long and the night, A flame of very anguish and delight A flame of very anguish and delight That not for any moment yields me rest. That not for any moment yields me rest. And I am troubled with a strange, new fear, And I am troubled with a strange, new fear, How would it be if even to your door How would it be if even to your door I came to cry your pitying one day, I came to cry your pitying one day, And you should lightly laugh and lightly say,
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