Lights of joys in them
On whose sky above
No spakle is left
He who never errs in youth
Has never been young
Loving you is worshipping you
You are blessing one prays
In the autumn of my life
Blossoms untimely my heart
Asking for you
Hoping for you
Knowing what it will be
for a moment of togetherness
Can not bring spring in desert of life
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