Wishing Again

The life of this phoenix, a flight for two years.

From flames to ashes, a rain of tears.

The silent valley awaits, the birth of tragedy.

Such wretched heart be gone!

Yet for love’s sake, I fear.

Seeing the mind prosper;

must the heart submit to fate’s letter?

O! Yet your sweet voice sings of her,

joyous melancholy. I thank you my dear.

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