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The beauty drunken winds are silently playing on a cloud
The trees, let not leave their leaves be loud
I know my beloved in her spirit and never low
Enchanted by her beauty I’m full of glow
Far away, a river’s song
Romantic, soft and so long
Thrilled by the sight, the half-naked moon smiled
At the lunatic dance of the stars we were surprised and sighed
We looked up and stretched
And our arched souls embraced
A spark, from our love split
In that abode our love built
Well! We fell, and lay aside
Yet the wet night lied, died! |
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