To and fro 'cross the floor in one reminesce,
Of just a day derived a many months ago,
Of what to not happen of candy kiss,
From angel's embrace and blow.
This time feels a'far as stroh.
A tear for you placed upon thy cheek,
A cheek wished to be met again;
From the day love played hide and go seek,
A day my heart you began to reign,
Now, yearning to be beside your sustain.
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