I lean
And in you all jasmine
Smile of spring
From you I gain
Blue napkin
And a heart out of pain
O, old man
Have you ever seen?
A sky raining sorrows
And a sea becoming green
Candles were blown out
When the night was flirting with the rain
Thus your face shines...
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