Sorrow That Kills Me!

A massive human-shaped rock immersed in the deep mountain fog — Ilustrim: Fjala Është Art

If only I could weep over this griefto water my withered soulbut I bandaged it like a mummyand on the outside strong, iron!

My tears, my words, where are they?I search for them wandering far and wide,I am hollow and empty as never before,Ah, if only I had, if only I had a fairy!

Metamorphosis that turned me into rockbut where did you take my treasures?You walled up my pure souland placed a plinth upon my pride!

Ah, if only I had, if only I had a fairy!to bring me back to life againa mountain nymph to stop that daggerthat hand life gave me, that hand that is killing me!

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