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Wake up!Enough of lovely dreams like these!Enough of love that was so sweet,of avenues and parks and old oak trees.

Wake up!Leave the weeping willow to its whispering,for your sun behind a cloud is going down.Let the heart go weeping in its suffering.

Wake up!Return now to the life you used to live.Enough of happiness and longing's sway.Lock up your heartand throw the key into the water,here, where the old chestnuts line the way.