Love songs of my heart they will come and go
With every song singing for a while
In a feeling with the world and its smile
Freshly coming as the breezily blow
Dreams within a dream we will come to know
Each singing away of love and beguile
Varieties of heart and passionate style
Just like a morning of fresh summer glow
Feel not depressed or in lonely blues
When morning is so young with each bouquet
That woven is with blossoms of new spring
Day is lovely in its full amuse
When nothing comes up needing regret
And my spirit in daybreak wants to sing
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