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I wash my arms in crimson creek

On cold marble I put my cheek

I put my cheek on cold stone

I don’t sigh I don’t moan

I’m not afraid and the streams flow

They run they rise in crimson they glow

Crimson waves sweep away me

Chilly winds spread about me

Fallen leaves will some time hide me

And blessed snow will cover up me

I put my cheek on cold stone

I don’t sigh I don’t moan

Scarlet oceans, melted ruby

Sorrow bathes my face softly

It falls drop by drop as melting ice drips

Mixed with waters of crimson streams