From the seed of love, a sapling grown.
Rekindled the flame of love by a beauty unknown.
In me, transformation occurred.
Once dark, now seen by me, everywhere, all bright tone. ...
Distrustful of the Gentian-
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy-
Weary for my-----
I will singing go-
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