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No. 2 — SONG (Amandus)
| Amandus. | I loved her! I love her! | |
| I cannot tell you how; | ||
| I loved her! I love her! | ||
| But all is over now. | ||
| What love of life to me is left, When all that made life sweet's bereft? |
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| Then let me die, and leave behind A world where I no joy can find! |
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| I loved! I cannot tell you how! | ||
| The fatal word is spoken. | ||
| I loved her then, I love her now — | ||
| Now that my heart is broken! | ||
(Piscator gets rod and basket from seat, between the verses.)
| I loved her — I love her! | ||
| I cannot tell you why! | ||
| I loved her — I love her! | ||
| 'Tis all that I can sigh! | ||
| There are no laws that Love bind down: He cares not for the cynic's frown; |
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| But, like a bee, he pitches where He finds the flower that seems most rare! |
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| I loved, I cannot tell you why; | ||
| My death shall be the token | ||
| Of sad, serene fidelity – | ||
| For my poor heart is broken! | ||
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Page modified 1 August 2019