Tale of love
Tale of love
What made you miss me
As mate, O, my moon
A star spangled sky
I spared for you to swim
And float as you may wish
But you seem to have cried afresh
I find it evident in the dew
On the faces of innocent
Flowers, that do not know
What has passed between
You and me, yet they cried
Because you cried
I called the wind
To blow dry their faces
Oh, my, me, wind
Carried it away
And make them blossom
To wither in the evening
Each of them has his own
Tale of love entailed and
trailed with a sorrow end.
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