Sunday evening
Sunday is ending and
-you walk as baby-lamb
-soft, sweet and first hand
Come to me sweetheart
-let me touch and hold tight
-the legs and, hands and arms
Let me hold your roses
-not to fall and be waste
-I kiss them and gone red
-my blood, warmth, replace
Come to me my peacock in colour
Come to me partridge, take steps
Leave solemn, come here
Let's be one, get mingled
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