Painted lips flutter among the clutters of flowers,
Kissing each one ever so gentle, devoid of powers,
On that special one does he persist for too long,
Oh ! Did I miss that lovely little song?

Rushed to push itself to the final bliss,
Gurgling and rustling along to the abyss
Few little drops of love gave into my sun,
As vapours, as clouds , as rain it shall begun

Far on that mountain lives my sun, ever so bright
Hiding sometimes in the curves so light
Here and there, he is in a never ending flight
There you are ! He is done with his day !
 

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