I was born deeply troubled and crying, 
But by a sweet enchantment
in the flower of my youth, 
Like a flash
My fate will change.
No, no, no, no, wipe away your tears:
Why do you tremble, why?
Fly to my bosom
Daughter, sister, friend
All found in me.
No more sadness by the fire
To be warbling alone, no!
Ah it was a flash of lightning, a dream, a game
My long life of fear.
Met, 1997
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