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Tell me why,eyes that watch

Far grey hills a-bourning,

Rivers catch gold of skies,

Waters past adorning,



Behold flower's bursting cup

Pouring on soft air,

See the bird with trembling heart

Cry his love song there,



Tell me ,why tormented soul,

I have no gift to bring?

Arms that empty ache with loss,

Lips find no song to sing.



Love,yet love within me burns;

A candle for the flame?

Is there none,I beg my God,...

Not one who feels the same?



He at last has answered me,

That burning flame is two.

Not one?I have asked my God,

And then he showed me you.