Shadow of my lover, shadow forever plaintive,
Alas! What do you want? I am dying.
Be attentive for a moment
To the fateful tale of my keen sorrows.
It is on this fatal shore
That I saw your blood flow with my tears.
Nothing can halt my fleeting soul,
I yield to my cruel misfortunes.
Shadow of my lover, shadow forever plaintive,
Alas! What do you want? I am dying.
Michel Lambert
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