Lust for life
The dark nights
Whine on beds of sorrow
The aged soul
Immersed in the afternoon sonata
Yet, dreams still breathe.
Holding hands with a singing flute
A little seedling of hope
Grows in my breast.
Life, you know already
How your ambrosial melody
Mesmerizes me
A blind devotee of your untainted love
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