One by one they die,
first a friend, then another;
and now my father.
No tears fell, alas!
No tears fell, and yet again!
The desert sees dew,
but these eyes cry no more --
Ah, for they have remained dry!
Who can weep today
when yesterday I made peace
with each soul's passing?
No tears shed, 'tis true!
No tears shed, and yet again!
No rain falls gently,
and the clouds have gone away --
Oh, who shall mourn for them all?
This heart weeps dearly.
Yet, this fool has not one tear,
but many mem'ries...
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