So warm the feeling
of sunlight on the clearing
and the moon is nearing
its' zenith
How do we fare
Do we make a good pair
Can we prepare
to go with
each other Why does the heart ache
and always great pains make
Why does it take
away my wits
So lonely our lives apart
Will we ever embark
with a pure bright spark
to merit
Boldly the dove flys
in to the cold sky
never wondering why
so white it is
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