Dawn and dusk, your memories bloom,
Whispers that pierce my heart's room.
Oh, beloved, by love's sweet tomb.
To meet, then part, fate's bitter decree,
Lost in your echoes, bound to be.
Oh, beloved, by memory's decree.
The world deems hearts as playthings light,
What binds this love, what's left in sight?
Do not cast us from your gaze's height,
Even in death, don't banish our light.
You dwell within my eyes' bright sphere,
Yet distant, lost, held ever dear.
Close to my heart, banish all fear,
Oh, beloved, by love’s sweet tear.
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