The dog barks
At dawn
You're lost in my imagination
I'm wandering myself, at the foot of the window
The pear shakes in my heart
It falls from the tree
It breaks my heart
Of my loneliness
That's my hope
I make friends with the sun
Because you will come
And standing at the foot of the tree
And the hands that hold the same pear of gold
And my heart is cool,
With this gift coming to you
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