There is love in my heart
You do not know it
The limits of it,
I want to be
With the stars,
With the flowers,
With the painted ladies
Flitting from one flower to another.
Talk I with the star,
With the flower,
See I the butterfly flying over
And flitting upon,
The winkles of those stars
Taking far from
And marking the beauty
Of the studded skies,
The scent of the jasmines coming.
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