Song of Love
Do see the wound of love
So deep in my bosom
For none but the pain alone
For me here and there
O the air come down and show the way.
For the Golden Sun
Failed to locate my track
And the mist of gloom
So low to touch the heart
O the air come down and show the way.
For the breeze are in vicinage
And pulling the veils off
From the wounds of love
And letting the dust to eat
The rotten pulse so calmly
O the air come down and show the way.
With whom I share the chill
Of this forlorn heart
The moon of May but laughing at me
The vast vacant of solitude
Knocks at my door hard
O the air come down and show the way.
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