I Got Ye Back
I got the moon of my blissfulness back.
I got the sun of my soul's warmth back.
Now flowers visited my face again,
Enriched the face with beauty again.
I got your countenance spiritual.
I got your friendship back.
And what;
I got the color of my life back.
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