When with You my acquaintance had happened,
That day, date, and hour, still has remained in mind.
Upon eyes has felt fine the light of sensory perception;
Even now, that same background dances in front of eyes.
That ancient sun sounded the bugle horn;
On mental eyelids it allowed sweetness be poured.
That tale: who will forget, will an oblivion wipe?
What exists will persist in a realm beyond time.
That night's same moon let be brought love only;
Into a slighted mind it has poured boundless honey.
Presently, that memory floats echoing in history,
And even now on misery it is dancing, making trite.
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Any hardship in this world it pulls me through.
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