I lost an eye to that mercurial daughter
I don't know who she is, but I miss her.

Never quenched. Steamed a small word from the water:
I don't know who she is, but I miss her.

Til dissolved and deserted, my heart will defend:
I don't know who she is, but I miss her.

In the glow of the girl, the eyelash will bend.
I know who she is, and I miss her.

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