Flowed a tear all down her cheek another followed
Flowed a tear all down her cheek another followed
Down her cheek onto the ground another followed
To the ground below her feet another followed
Out of all the tears all the waters of weeping
Rose the rivers, three rivers rose with her grieving
Out the rivers foaming with tears and with sorrow
Grew the mountains, three mountains grew to the sky
On the mountains grew up the whitest of birch trees,
From the birches she could hear the birds sing,
Cuckoos crying out for the sorrowful mother,
"In the deepest, deep is the soul of your daughter"
"Lover! Lover!" cried for the motherless maiden,
"Suitor! Suitor!" cried for the bed she laid in
And the last song cried out forever and ever
"Mother, mother, I swim the waters of Rapture"
"Mother, I swim through the waters, I swim the waters of Rapture!"
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