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My wind, over the silent daisies. |
O my lovely wind, shake the daisies and go. Like you had once, made youth's hair a flow. Shake the daisies, O old one never been old. Straighten a back asleep, of the plenty to be told. Have you been weary, for daisies smile no more? Pardon the mood my wind, time changed for us galore. Whisper for me O my air, oh how lively have you made. When the core by thee, danced like no daisy dared. Come often O my only, the daisies speak to me no more. And once you see the pillar, blow a pray for one, and no more. Blow away but far not to wander, O sweet one, above the daisies in mute. For if you wander away O lovely, for my grave, who shall give a salute? |