The longing burns, a restless fire,
Hearing the flute's ethereal choir.
The longing burns, it cannot cease,
Hearing the flute's sweet, haunting peace.
The longing burns, it will not rest.
A flower blooms, bereft of spring's embrace,
A flower blooms, in an empty space,
The honeybee, a constant plea,
Calls out to it eternally.
Oh, the longing burns, it cannot cease,
Hearing the flute's sweet, haunting peace.
The longing burns, it will not rest.
The heavens roar, the lightning's flash,
The heavens roar, a sudden crash,
As waves of yearning start to rise,
Within the soul, before my eyes.
Oh, the longing burns, it cannot cease,
Hearing the flute's sweet, haunting peace.
The longing burns, it will not rest.
The darkness falls, the heart takes flight,
The darkness falls, into the light,
The heart arrives, where it must be,
With open arms, wild and free.
Oh, the longing burns, it cannot cease,
Hearing the flute's sweet, haunting peace.
The longing burns, it will not rest.
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