It is not of sex
Nor softness of a love song
But of power raw
I saw a bird once
Dancing in the bright moon light
Once more, please, tonight
My mother loved me
Then she died, and loves no more
How am I to grow?
The rose petal falls
A child bends to pick it up
Turns in joy and calls
Bitter taste of love
Consuming my sleepless nights
My heart in sour shreds
Marry me, kind sir
A nicer girl, no, not found
Tis I, your heart wants
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