Orijinal sözler
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Make me feverish, sleepless
And breathless
The years of prostration be long
O lord, take my child and companion
And destroy the sweet power of song
Thus I pray at each matins
And each vespers
After these many wearying daisy
That the storm cloud which lowers over russia
May be changed to a nimbus ablaze
