- Sing This Moved
and Tragic Song
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- Why is it
- In this world
- I am to be scorned
always
- Because of my
contemptible life
-
- Can I not love the
person who loves - me?
- What is my life
without love?
- Why must I live
and not being love?
-
- Why shall I accept
scorns and scoffs? They do me no good but
torture
-
- Now my heart can
only sing
- The song of tragic
and moved
- To entertain the
pain and sorrow
-
- So let me at least
- Sing this moved
and tragic song
-
- When I see the world
before me
- It’s no longer as
beautiful as in the - past
- Perhaps this means I
have much to - regret
- I do not want to be
torture this way
-
- I hope this is only a
daydream
- And why must I feel
torture?