may the heavens heed my cry,
and forgive me for being a sly..
A sly who would offer all within the sky
just to be loved by ye goddess up so high...
High above the heavens she is
where all the stars lay in peace.
Where they belong, up in bliss
waiting them to fall, fall for your kiss..
night and day, I wait and see,
if one day you'll be there with me
night and day, I wait and see,
under the branches of ol' cherry tree...
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