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Music: Hertrich Lyrics: Hertrich Once I wrote her name upon the sand,but came a wave and washed it away Again I wrote it with a second handbut came a tide, made my plans prey Who so list to think, I know where is a sign I am of them but furthest come behind Yet may I, by no means, my wearied minddraw from my thoughts, but as they fleeashore, fainting I follow, I leave offtherefore, since in a net I seek to holdthe wind The sweet season, that bud and bloomforth brings The summer has come, for every spraynow springs With green had clad with hill and ehethe vale The nightingale with feathers newthe sings" Vain man", she said, "that dost in vainassay, a mortal name so to immortalize,for I myself shall like to this decayand ehe my name be wiped out likewise"
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