The sigh demands a lifetime, for its mark to bloom,
Who lives to see your tresses crowned in bloom?
Who lives to see your tresses crowned in bloom?
Who lives to see your tresses crowned in bloom?
Love’s a patient quest, desire, a fevered plea,
What hue shall I give my heart, till it bleeds for thee?
What hue shall I give my heart?
We concede, you may not neglect, not evade,
Yet, we'll turn to dust, before your word is said.
We'll turn to dust, before your word is said.
We'll turn to dust.
A single glance, no more, for life’s fleeting dance,
The warmth of the gathering, a spark’s fiery trance.
The warmth of the gathering, a spark’s fiery trance.
The warmth of the gathering.
Grief of existence, how to mend, save death's release?
The candle burns in every shade, till morning’s peace.
The candle burns.
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