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Music: HertrichLyrics: HertrichOnce I wrote her name upon the sand,but came a wave and washed it awayAgain I wrote it with a second handbut came a tide, made my plans preyWho so list to think, I know where is a signI am of them but furthest come behindYet may I, by no means, my wearied minddraw from my thoughts, but as they fleeashore, fainting I follow, I leave offtherefore, since in a net I seek to holdthe windThe sweet season, that bud and bloomforth bringsThe summer has come, for every spraynow springsWith green had clad with hill and ehethe valeThe nightingale with feathers newthe sings"Vain man", she said, "that dost in vainassay, a mortal name so to immortalize, for I myself shall like to this decayand ehe my name be wiped out likewise" |