Your love-song hum I
Wherever go I,
Flitting like a butterfly
From flower to flower
With the dreams catching fire,
The colours rioting,
Fancy and imagination taking the wings.
Your love-song, hum I
The song of the heart,
Your love, mine love,
You as a dream flower standing before
And calling me,
The images dancing before
And the heart in all of its gaiety.
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