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I hear your voice |
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It sings so softly |
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Curious to join in |
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A harmony to breathe forevermore |
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Joyous the one to hear a voice |
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In fields where grass grows tall |
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Golden carpets swell and whisper |
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Autumn trees will weep |
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Immune to pity, I've grown used to grief |
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The eternal tear reciprocates |
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In fields where grass grows tall |
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Golden carpets swell and whisper |
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Autumn trees will weep |
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Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh |
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In bleak misery, the lifeless lie in squandor |
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Love has left me, fleed from me |
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Fragrant lust waits beside and dies |
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Like flowers that wilt without refreshment |
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In midday sun I sit and bide time |
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Adorning me, a lovelorn rhapsody |
