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Sometimes within the garden of your sweetness / I rest and dream and think of all the years / Before my soul had bloomed to fair completeness, / Those times of shadow-laughter, mixed with tears.
And in my dreams I see a gentle maiden / Whom I once loved and whom I still love, Sweet, / For she is like a rose with sunlight laden, / And my lips ache to kiss her little feet.
She is so pure the very sky above her / Is not so fair with all its white and blue, / And so, my love, I cannot help but love her / Although my life and love belong to you.