About disappointments meetings as hearts bleed to death in hating fire -
remember, I'm the same, with love's flame I comfort you.
Only in those moments when we blunder along, while the light is extinguished.
No, I worked and bring home to you my work fruit.
And, do not even so much to put aside therefor;
is only light in the room and flowers by the window it gave happiness, however.
Becomes evening long, so I write songs and read for yourself about pottering and trolls,
so frightened you must stay close to me.
So now enjoy your summer with my boy comes in comfort and tranquility.
We will find room enough to skjærmer against winds and cold two of us.
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