Song [The] Xth
On
the altar- beautiful, quiet
She
holds [her] hands crossed
Through
a dream she smiles at me
But
already you are not sleeping[1]
No, not even that behind you
I walk, pale as death
That I hold mourning for you
That I carry [you] to the grave
You
no longer smell the fragrance
Of
the faded white roses
A
kiss on your temples
No
longer awakens you
This is your marriage bed
And I, on such a day
Am barely alive, O my rose
I will begin something here
Because
from you [my] poor mother
Was
born into the world
I
would love you to the end
Even
thus placed in the[2]
coffin
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