Come, with the jingle of anklets, a sweet refrain,
Where eyes are strewn, a floral spring, to ease the pain.
Come, with the jingle.
Your stretch, a sunrise in the soul, I recall,
And the gentle smile that answered love's call.
Your stretch, a sunrise,
And the gentle smile.
It was on that day, you gifted me,
The rights of a beloved, eternally.
Come, with the jingle of anklets, a sweet refrain,
Where eyes are strewn, a floral spring, to ease the pain.
Come, with the jingle.
These are the moments, life's tenderest art,
The thirst for your sweet meeting, a fire in the heart.
These are the moments.
If these moments pass, they will not return,
This beautiful gift, which my spirit yearns.
Come, with the jingle of anklets, a sweet refrain,
Where eyes are strewn, a floral spring, to ease the pain.
Come, with the jingle.
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