In my solitary walks yester night
I saw pretty twinkling stars
And thought of the one who has my heart
Stolen through her bedroom eyes
The cool night breeze
Made me a trembling leaf
I longed for warmth
Your warmth.
On benches sat lovers
Holding; eating each others lips
And I wished for the return
Of our departed fun
How we held each other,
Oh! I miss the olden days.
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