Twice I met her in my life
On both occasions it was brief
I tried to have a touch of her
Yet she eluded me in mystic manner
When I lost all my hopes
Then i wandered in astray for her
For I believed she could save me
Though the time was undue to woo her
She said; no my dear
It's not the right year
When the spring is there
And the sky is clear
I'll come to thee
Without your permission
We can spend in endless love
And, surely, it won't be a brief encounter
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