As many as there are stars upon the heavens,
Upon the blue vault of the heavens,
As many as there are sheep that amble
In the green, green, field.
As many as there are birds that fly --
That fly back and forth,
That many times I greet you.

Shall I never see you again,
Now that I must travel off into the distance?
Ah, that I cannot comprehend,
Oh, you bitter decision to part!
If I had only already died,
Then I would not now be so despondent.

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I shall bear it with patience,
If only my thoughts are always of you;
Every morning I shall say:
Oh my darling, when shall you come to me?
Every evening I shall speak,
When my eyes almost close in death:
Oh my love, think of me!

I do not know if upon this earth,
Which is full of bitter misery,
After many tribulations and hardships
I am to see you again.
What waves, what flames
Crash together over me!
Ah, how great is my distress!

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