The moonlight goes through my eyes,
Gets into my skin and upon my ears
Is the melody of an angel weeping.
Wherever I dare to lay my eyes upon,
There is the sight of an angel weeping.
My weary eyes, open not!
My miserable sight, perished be!
My wicked soul, redeemed not,
Wailful will cherish thee.
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