Reply o little girl
The world is full of beauties, but not for me.
Bluebirds sing a song right in front of my cold tea.
And here I am, lying in the corner, watching—
“Catch the butterfly.” Oh, I guess spring is soon arriving.
The trophies on the shelf are losing their shine.
All the fields that took my sweat will be a gift too fine.
In this room, far away in the corner—why do you still come,
Every day at nine o’clock, to change the flowers and sit by the window to tell some
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