O! Silent eyes, does from you any goodness prevail
Or you are truly as they say a slaughter of a young man’s desire
I have words for you, words that will hold your beauty in my heart before it sails,
Away to the hearts with cold ash on matters of love, tenderness and peace
Words of a fruitfull price, words that guides my thoughts to ease
The words are: Flowers, life, denial and fire
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