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Long years ago indeed, as now
There sang the nightingale;
The sound was truly sweet;
Then, we were together.
I sing and cannot weep,
And thus, alone, I spin
The bright, clean threads
As long as the moon shines.

When we were together,
Then sang the nightingale;
Now her sound reminds me
That you are gone from me.

However often the moon shines,
I think on you alone;
My heart is bright and clean;
God grant we be united!

Since you have gone from me,
The nightingale sings constantly;
Her sound makes me think
How we were together.

God grant we be united
Where, so alone, I spin;
The moon shines bright and clean;
I sing, and would weep.