Medea

[00:13.68] If you were treasured many hopes
[00:22.38] Tender pledging of days in grace
[00:29.20] Bliss and dream interwined as one
[00:35.83] Joy such as all lovers might envy
[01:09.27] Those thoughts are mine no more
[01:16.57] For now I am empty; bereft of you
[01:23.56] I must endure this solitude
[01:30.41] And nevermore behold your face
[02:04.04] I did not seek to wring your heart
[02:11.63] The same act surely wrung my own
[02:18.37] I had to brace me to the deed
[02:25.11] Hence filled my heart with wickedness
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