The sighs, once cradled, pressed close to the heart,
Now, these arms yearn for the embrace, a work of art.
The sighs, once cradled.
At every step, they spread their eyes, a gracious sight,
You must recall the paths they lit with pure light.
The sighs, once cradled.
I cry to you, O highway robber, I plead,
Today, the guide has plundered the paths we tread.
The sighs, once cradled.
May no stain of theirs mar your garment's sweet grace,
With tears of the purest wine, I've washed their trace.
The sighs, once cradled. The heart's sighs, once cradled.
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