By fairness in fortune I lay as a jewel
No pain about me may cease the divine
Her eyes write the words I'll not e'er adieu
For fairness in fortune is life I refine
Heaven's angels once had whispered to me
"Oh, tis' for you that she desperately cries"
So lest it be that this fortune may see
That just as a fool I may leave her in time
While here not once had I meant to bring her
An ounce of wrong in deep lullaby
Oh, fairness in fortune does suit me better
Than all the things that demons implied
Like life is frail and of no worth to me
If truth does hold what we wish to deny
Dear fairness in fortune had ultimately
Become a friend whom I'll always confide
In deepness of secret no other attained
So long had it been to be by and by
Sweet fairness in fortune is my life explained
By echoes of me when winter is nigh
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