''make haste, my little fair maiden,
for your Prince has arrived.
do not look as though your heart has broke.''
but he was never the Prince the fair maiden
had longed for, in her dreams as well as her
long, joyless days.
he was the Prince of her hand, but not of her heart.
she longed for another Prince of all her heart.
but he was gone,
as if had he never been there.
had he? oh, Lord, my Lord, bring him back!
and if that is too much to ask,
let me escape this Prince I cannot let into my innermost parts.
and if you can light up no way for me,
I shall find my very own,
even if it is destined to be one to lead me
through the pain and hurt,
I have felt so much of here already.
oh, Lord, forgive me for my sin,
but let me only into your heaven if you will not
let me be away from my heart any longer!
oh, Lord, free my love and soul from this body,
which is binding my love, so that it cannot fly to him, I hold dear.
oh Lord -oh love- let me flee.
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