The Summer Is a Desert Between Mountains
|Music: Wann ich des Morgens frueh aufstheh' (Primum).
By Ludwig Senfl.
Sequenced by Curtis Clark at The Internet Renaissance Band.
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|The summer is a desert between mountains|
Lavish with the joys of spring and fall.
I look across that bleak and lonely wasteland,
Seeing no redemption there at all.
I cannot think how I will cross without you
Time, the enemy of helpless lovers,
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