Oh, scarlet skies and wanton eyes;
You stare upon my view, you ever do bring;
Of fluttering wings, of little children sings…
The songs of joyful love, motionless sighs;
So alone in part, yonder scattered hearts;
My body glows, it shows;
It’s just the last call for so lonely hearts;
A mist of those colorful;
So no regrets, it’s you that is left;
And...
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