And is it so, once you thou art returning?
Hast thou lost thy way as once before?
I warned thee more than many times, thus would it be.
I shall not be thy refuge once more.
Thou makest me free then soon thou makest demands on me
And I am not thy love, thou workest in me slavery.
But I shan’t hear thee as before.
I prithee, do not ask for love once more.
So go my way, and soon I shall go likewise.
And if thy path be high, then be mine low.
Behold my footsteps in the sand, but follow not.
For soon they shall be covered with snow.
Thou makest me free then soon thou makest demands on me
And I am not thy love, thou workest in me slavery.
But I shan’t hear thee as before.
I prithee, do not ask for love once more.
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