O sleepless heart, stir gently, but slow,
Clarinets play for one who draws near.
In cast shadows, her presence does glow,
In dream's backyard, love sings ah, clear.
Kisses form when the dreams appear
In gardens of sleep, where love sings.
A melody of solemn promise reappears;
For whom the heart awoke, the dawn brings
Her visage with hues of vernal grace.
And for years long, you dwelt apart.
Someone descend to fill your empty space,
Hope comes to lips where grief did depart.
O sleepless heart, stir gently, but slow,
Clarinets play for one who draws so close.
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