O gem, why thou shone
Lovely in my eyes?
Why thou were born of aeon,
If beauty's reflection surely dies?
Even memories have gone
To the deepest burial,
Faintest memories sometimes moan
Over the love's funeral.
Why they say
That love never dies?
It, of course, does on the dooms day,
When someone so lovely, heavenwards flies.
What is the use of fragrant shower?
If you do not see the flower!
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