Let me see and let me write .
For the vista of the years to come.
For the time we spent together.
Let me not see the love's honour fate .
O, let me see the love retain it's bound.
The orchid in full bloom.
With softness and sparkling of airs and streams.
And all those days are now gone away .
And the hours are now old and grey .
There the minutes buried it all.
Should he move on, or
Would he left his little self to love her.
It's a mystery of Bizzare to him.
For he cannot chase
The melting softness of her face.
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