I’ll meet you again next summer
when air hums with cicadas’ trills,
when butterflies gaily flutter,
I’ll meet you again next summer,
I’ll beg the chance, to God ever,
to quench the longing in my heart,
I’ll meet you again next summer
when air hums with cicadas’ trills.
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