you had been my first love, , my dear,
50 years ago,
when we were very young o, dear,
our hearts more pure than snow
I can, t forget the smile you have,
that lovely face of yours,
the water-fall of your black hair,
the black eyes with full of tears.
You were the first woman I love;
you had been my best dream.
I went to north and south, but love,
I will never forget your beam
50years had gone,
but love still through the years.
You were the moon, you were the sun.
You were oasis my lovely dream.
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