She glides through
The scattered masses,
Touching here and
There,
Discord and strife
The only sign
She came by,
Mōna,
Beautiful, cold Mōna,
Visit me not,
Your hand lies heavy upon me,
Already
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She glides through
The scattered masses,
Touching here and
There,
Discord and strife
The only sign
She came by,
Mōna,
Beautiful, cold Mōna,
Visit me not,
Your hand lies heavy upon me,
Already
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