Day after day Day after day he comes and goes away. Go, and give him a flower from my hair, my friend. If he asks who it was that sent it, I entreat you do not tell him my name For he only comes and goes away. He sits on the dust under the tree. Spread there a seat with flowers and leaves, my friend. His eyes are sad, and they bring sadness to my heart. He does not speak what he has in mind; He only comes and goes away.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 22:20:48 +0000
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