
Upon a bleak dry desert without this
By promise in the wind he was now drawn
Sheer madness grants him strength to carry on
Perhaps the next horizon will bring bliss
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Except for this all other needs are gone
His quest for this all pains he could dismiss
And without this so endless is abyss
He must have this to greet another dawn
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So cruel the fate which chose to torment him
So endless are the heartbeats of the day
So empty was that reason which now slips
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For as that dream which makes his mind now swim
His spring of hope is not that far away
For here again a kiss comes from her lips
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