-1-
He's upset...
The rose has withered on your lips
And he's grown old and can't smell you
Or carry you in his hands
And he's adorned his feast night
And let the eyes embrace you
With a glance.
-2-
He's upset...
He left and the journey is long
Carrying his torment,
A fire burning with fire
And longing lips
Drowned in the sorrow of cold October
And the spring tore his clothes from grief
-3-
Look, call out to him...
He hears you
He's gone, leaving his thoughts with you
And life is passing by
A cry of boredom
From the mouth of a human
Maybe, in a moment of inattention,
he'll catch you in secret...
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