At the end of a walk I find myself
At the blossom tree there is
Together lovely a pair of dove
Makes me a gone by dear miss
I cant contain my fierce inside
Because if I can't love the one I want
No one else shall ever will
With that a bird I coldly kill
And I never thought of repentance
None that I know of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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