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If solitude follows grief This heart of mine a wilderness Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain Love is a gift from Heaven Lifts into grace our lowest desires Shared with angels By Gods given Like passion, a spark of immortal fire This heart of mine a wilderness This heart of mine a wilderness What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? But beautiful poems do not cover pain In loss I cannot sense any splendour Comforting words are all in vain Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender Letras de cancionesTragedy grand in a theatre play They claim sunshine to follow after rain But no more flowers to pick in May For death she is all the same What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers a last caress? No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain No more flowers to pick in May Any words are all in vain From Letras Mania