Oh, this canvas, who painted it, moon with the partridge?
Beside you, my beloved, I desire nothing more.
I desire nothing more.
The one who gave color to the flowers, I seek them.
The one who gave color to the flowers, I seek them.
Oh wind, tell me, where shall I find them?
Beside you, my beloved, I desire nothing more.
Beside you, my beloved, I desire nothing more.
I desire nothing more, beside you, my beloved.
I ask for nothing more, I ask for nothing more.
I desire nothing more.
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