Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Loving Complaint lyrics

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Translated by A. Z. Foreman - A Loving Complaint lyrics

The people say the sea is deep. The love he gives me is that and more. The sea at least dies dry on land. But love's far reaches wash no shore. I'll take my harp and scale the tower To empty rooms full of the moon, And strum the song of missing him. There heart and harp will break in tune.