Sweet love of dreams and morning's blossoms white
That from twilight comes in to its bloom
With some spear of gleams from bluish starry night
Conquer of the winter in gray and gloom
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Nowhere is near to my heart
On this dark evening night
Love is a song that will depart
When comes again morning light
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Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shade
Into the dismantled rivers that on twine
Each on their assent complexity made
To turn on red connective of sunshine
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All those forgotten songs that came
Inside a heart when its pure in love
Burning on and burning true flame
Just like the new morning above
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Now those times are here again
When the days will become darker
And in the hearts of various men
Yesterdays shall become sparker
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Everybody got their own dream
To let again come true
Going with the forward stream
Like it’s all up to you
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The evening is coming
Like rain clouded drift
Drooping over the trees
Lonely hour’s dark
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Nothing will come to be
Only your work will give
You have a time to see
What you in thoughts live
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In October
Sweet love was in
With the moon in blue
And turning shadows
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Like shattered glass on old autumn's leaves
The yellow brown reddish yesterday's gold
Through mystery air green branches cleaves
Whiles are passing where dreams did unfold
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