Now you tell me the ways
Where did you get this magic?
For without you my days
(Are) worse than i could imagine.
Could it be in the woods
You sought magical herbals?
With the red rue you could
Bring me into this whirble.
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Don’t seek the red rue
In the midsummers evenings!
You’re my only one, trust me, only you, that’s true.
Because your beauty
Is the clear water to the,
Is the fast water to the mountains blue.
I see you in my sleep,
In the oakwoods adorning,
By the old paths you keep,
Oh, you keep on returning.
And I need no esteems,
Blooms of hope to assever;
You have entered my dreams
And you’ll stay there forever!
