XVIIBecause your voice was at my sideI gave him pain,Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend—He is a stranger to me nowWho was my friend.
Because your voice was at my sideI gave him pain,Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend—He is a stranger to me nowWho was my friend.