And is it so, once more, 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 heed 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 heed thee, as before
I prithee--do not ask for love once more
I prithee--do not ask for love once more
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