Lost love
Love is sweet,Love is sorrow,
My heart is chilled until tomorrow.
The autumn winds blow into the night,
Fright of her bring cries to the sight.
Love of the future,
Love of the past,
No one compares to the love of the last.
What's lost is lost,
What's future is present,
I think of her at the light of the crescent.
To sing a song would not be perfection,
For my lost love not finding a new direction.
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