Stream - The 3rd and the Mortal

I long for you

As a flower longs for the morning dew

I long for you

A a hind longs for the running streams

Frown on me no more

And let me smile agaon

Before I go away

And cease to be

While I refused to speak

My agony was quickened

My heart burned within me

As the fever rose

My eyes are open

But I can not see