For those lost moments and missng love
For the old mossy house and dinky lar
Before writing this poem at dawn
I realized she had sat here for too long
Seeking for her past chums
Between twilight and shivering stars
I had her love in a small plum
Which was picked up on a workaday farm
Full of slight happiness and bees drone
Now the word love always hangs over my tomb
Though they stayed here without blossoms
So we meet again at the dawn
Nevertheless with susty smile
Step by step to cross the pain by own
Believe the pther girl had been gone
I`m not sure if the story twice begun
But we arewurely remained in the past time
Let missing become missing more
Please turn the sweetest memores on
Then the pities would never come
Having love forever in haaven
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