When spring unfurls its painted hand,
And nightingales their songs command,
Then love's lost tales, a whispered plea,
Return again, and haunt in me.
When spring unfurls its painted hand,
And nightingales their songs command.
The moth, embraces flame's warm kiss,
A blessed fate, they cannot miss,
But in your radiant face's light,
We bathed, and drank the purest white.
When spring unfurls its painted hand,
And nightingales their songs command.
The heart, a lamp, we kept alight,
With memory, in darkest night,
In shadows deep, where sorrows dwell,
These embers bright, our woes dispel.
In shadows deep, where sorrows dwell,
These embers bright, our woes dispel.
Their cheek, a bloom, we gaze upon,
Or buds that whisper with the dawn,
A graceful dance, a tender art,
They bloom anew, to steal the heart.
When spring unfurls its painted hand,
And nightingales their songs command,
Then love's lost tales, a whispered plea,
Return again, and haunt in me.
Haunt in me,
Haunt in me.
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