Breaking the silence of the umbrous night,
your voice so dulcet and pure.
Fashions an image of the renewal of seasons,
when the trembling roses drip with crystal dew.
In silence we speak.
Your trusting eyes dark with hope,
within which, my heart so dissipated, finds promise
to never again speak of your pain.
Hold my hand, feel my faith, know my resolve.
Brush the burning tears to fall on buds, bursting
to return life to springtime once more,
and let love be reborn anew, so that it never again dies
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