time when the warm and fragrant breezes blow
and melt from the mount to the river flows
even golden crowned daffodils bow down
and kissing flowers burst forth from the ground
it’s then i long to hear your voice once more
when do you come back from the farther shore
spears are put down
and spades cut only ground
platters are full
and all cups overflow
it’s then i long to hear your song once more
when you fly back here from the farther shore
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