Dearest,
Winter days, through ages last,
living inside my lonely heart.
And you are summer's eternal day,
flowers, fruits, sunshine and hay.
To me do all things comes to die,
for I always carry a crying sky.
And In your presence life longs to live,
and blossoms with all it has to give.
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