Oh, love here I go again
in everything there said,
this feeling of inside vain
when the truth of the heart's had.
Like a flower in mid of June
my feelings are lost,
for love's all-in prune
with a touch of night crossed.
So sweet of its dark night
and feelings that are laid,
when a moment has its flight
and love to love is made.
So sweet this greatness is
if life is in its heart,
a truth of moment's bliss
each time a new it'll start.
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