She who, said goodbye forever,
Left like the flowers of the plum-tree,
Blooming beside our roof space,
The charm of her youth and beauty
Thrilled once in my own heart
To quicken their flush and fragrance,
where does she dwells to-day,
My dear little vanished girl?
This light of the half moon
That plays on the water
I pour it for the dead,
For them to open their eyes
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BY
