As She Searches for Loveoh Dear Spirit of Shadow and Wonder see not my heart torn asunder.As She Searches for Love
Beautiful child of my given flower, I heard you weep at your sill this hour. Hurt emotions are not for you why do your tears roll and make you feel blue.
Love dear sprit is what hurts me so, pain it brings me and tortures me low.
Beautiful daughter of my given flower, Love is not for you to hold, forget its wings of dreadful sour, for the heart will make the mind uncontrolled.
This prince to whom I will be wed Is mindless and an arrogant purebred
Stay your ton
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