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他来了，坐在我身边，而我却没醒来。多么可恶的睡眠。哦，悲惨的我！
他在静夜里到来，手上拿着竖琴，而我的梦和琴声共鸣。
唉，为何我的夜晚如此迷失？啊，为何他的呼吸触碰了我的睡眠，而我却没见到他？
He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?