Often I perceive
the innermost feelings of my life
I can see moonlight-flowers
in the remotest valley of my heart
I want to smell them, pluck them
but they just slip away from my hand
yet I keep myself awake every day and night
in the hope that one day my unquiet spirit
will get his way and that delightful moment
I'll dedicate myself to my sweetheart
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