I fear that you'll leave-
Constant is my fear-
That I shall awake- without your presence softly or harshly there!
You threaten me dear-
With pain... With suffering...
With absence dear!
Without speaking- you speak to my fear!
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
I fear that you'll leave-
Constant is my fear-
That I shall awake- without your presence softly or harshly there!
You threaten me dear-
With pain... With suffering...
With absence dear!
Without speaking- you speak to my fear!
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