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Trace
You are going,
You are going, never to come.
Leave your trace, calm and soft.
You are coming,
You are coming, never to go.
Leave your trace, dainty and delicate.
You are flying,
You are flying, never to creep.
Leave your trace, flavory and fleecy.
You are dying, My Lord!
You are dying, never to die.
Leave your face and trace, light and bright.
I vow on your love, on your trace,
eternal trace of love, even never to come.
You are too dazzling to see.
You are going, going never to come.
I will cherish a good memory of you.
Wild Call of Love
Burning, burnt,
your love is burned.
Soaring, sored,
your passion is swirling
in the clouds of mind.
Stinging, stung,
your love is an arrow into sorrow.
Harsh, harsher is your love,
far above the pangs
over the darkness and foolishness.
O My Love!
You are a generous deva of amour.
Dump your graceful idiots to me.
Dump your heavy burden onto me.
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