Pagli, I know, you have lots to say
to me, your love.Then why hold them back
from me, your love, and pain both of us?
Don`t keep so quiet; it kills my heart.
Why you`re so mute since our start?
Or tell me in a word where you keep your words
that you may love to say but never ever say;
and if it`s your heart, I`ll brave the storms
to find them all and I`ll make hay.
Pagli, don`t keep mum.
Let me hear; let them come
out to my heart like love smart.
Your silence brings a spooky chill;
frosts in summer and kills the spring thrill.
Shower me with your words, the words of love;
and I`ll die as a white dove.
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