Loneliness patted my heart!
Affectionately to be alone,
I was innocent for being alone
By dint of belief, relief an' art!
Never enjoy the bliss of date,
Still I never say never, it's
Too soon to start the vole, wise wits.
On the lonely island I grew
'mid bird' of paradise and trees,
Lilies and lilac shot the breeze!
Lavender and lotus flew in a queue,
Forget-me-not nodded its head,
Forest stars fell on my face and feet,
Silver moon smiled and seems sweet.
Dear Heaven! I lost my head and bed.
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