I've seen the place where I'd been
Living as a young child
But now no one I knew lives within
The old village on Lake Malaren
To return with friends not there to greet
The deep loneliness and pain
Is difficult to be reconciled
Was it my final time to see the graves?
The great castle lit at night
And look wistfully at the waves
Of the lake
As the sea birds take flight

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