Raindrops like seconds of my heart
Will cut me off, make world my part.
Love's like star, and twilight blooms –
And Death is doomed, has blocked all tombs.
Then, who are you, treating me so,
Giving me sweetness in a saint’s bowl?
I dare not, I will never fight
Your tender touch out and inside!
We have been measured by our Fate:
Oh, Hope, kiss me; don’t be too late!
New melodies will tremble skies
Linking all beneath that cries.
And all the woes bury the vain
Under a stone of breathless pain.
Raindrops Like Seconds...
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