Can’t find a way to pass over the other side of the river I faintly raised my burdened head to see the special moon gone Leaving not a single ray of joy to rest upon And then I felt whispering breeze on my bloody skin Unable to relieve my wounded spirit from all my endless grieves I enjoyed belonging to this melodious but painful play I’ll always remember the dance we entangled the feeble leafs and I Many weary nights endured my unquiet dreams and my misery How sweet if I could share with you Falling in a somber sleep and quickly lost in a dream I tried to find my way like a pilg.
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