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I was waiting for the snow,
but instead of it the rain came.
Grey and foggy became my soul,
as I vainly called your name.
Like a striking bell was my heart in love
and I rushed to the window every time,
when I heard someone’s steps there outside.
But it weren’t you, you didn’t come.
The elapsing time is off and gone,
the hour-glass was turned many times.
As deep as ones’s heart from cold stone
in my mind are fixed your eyes.
The evening is here, but you are away.
I’m gonna blow out the candle only,
eat your dinner, drink from your glass
and go to sleep. Without you. Lonely!