Teardrops fall and cloud the day
As I think back along life's way.
But still I play the same love song
The laurels of reality I dwell upon.
Teardrops fall because I recall
Sweet hours of roses and wine
And with no regret, I give thanks yet
For our love song so divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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