The sun is setting
Behind the tree.
And I love thee.
The innocent goat
I know never tells a lie.
And I love thee.
The air as usual
Is there in the night.
And I love thee.
For you, my dear,
I am hankering
For sop many things
As I love thee
And I love thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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