If she did know about my love for her
never again would my painful tears flow,
constantly we would still be together,
if she did know.
Like a great fountain our joy would overflow,
in all her longings there would be no other
always I would see her bright smile glow,
while daily she would small flowers gather;
even in times of cold winter and snow
we would kiss, embrace each other rather,
if she did know…
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