When love's depth shallow go
And the ankles wait in vain
For the liquid that cuddles them,
The pebbles of the riverbed
Make a gritty walk
Alone one crosses the bed
With teary eyes, without the
Portion that sooth the yearning heart
The liquid is gone
Parch the bed lies
And the thirsty ankles mourn
The cage is empty
Away the bird goes
Everything becomes vapour.
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