Everything just comes clear
In the night of twinkling
When our love is quite near
With the breezy crinkling
Love is coming through the grays
Of the ways of more and more
To our intermediate time plays
To open up their closed door
Every dream is not so far away
In their passions going stray
You may think a foolish thought
From your day of reality
What you shouldn’t and ought
From every turn of simplicity
Love is coming giving ways
With its inner most flame
Tumult of the various strays
That is never staying the same
Taking always a fresh new turn
In those feelings that we learn
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