All alone by the calm river I sat, under the pale moon
Softly plucking the strings of my guitar, playing a sad tune
Remembering all the problems, I caused thee and pain
But I miss thou my mistress like the dessert miss the rain
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For in Thine arms doth not Thy feel, The imprint of my wings folded? Have my sweet wined lips, Left thee unable to drink? Did when Mine heart twine with Thine, Leave it silent in alone? Would Thou risk another chance, To know mine softest folds? Estelle Romanov