It s written
Rememberin' that may be true,
Or dreamin' of a distant day,
And now I would like to say :
In lands of far-another world,
Where sun is like a cruel sword,
And tulips' petals sharp and thin,
And somethin' secret lives within :
The sky is melt in solar heat,
My lonely gloom it will defeat,
White city, standin' on a mount,
I cannot stay and go without :
I cannot go without stars,
So brightly shinin' in your eyes,
We played together in the street,
My boy, do you remember it?
Do you remember, when a child,
You've been a flame, a bird, a wild,
With heart so open for the life,
So eager for her gifts to strive?
It's written - somewhere in the deep
Of epochs' book, and when we sleep,
We dream of happy days and nights,
Of joy on Earth and Heaven lights.
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