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My soul loves to meditate

And dream

Lingers here sometimes unwilling

To depart.



The leaves of my memories

Make a mournful sound in the

Dark and the winds

And only silent answers across the stars.



Tears are the noble language

Of the soul

And as a warm breeze or drop of rain

Hopeful love had flown again.



And in all the endless and wishing

Hours of my discontent

My gentle head of red roses crowned

Endless love my heart encircles with loyal flames!





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