Summer is cruel,
When all dry,
And I am thirsty!
I laid on your lap,
For a shadow of love,
Not knowing, you shed-
A drop of tear to cool my chest!
Is your frying summer ended?
And your earth is watered?
Now, shall I quench my thirst,
From your pool of love,
That your tears have made?
Summer is cruel,
When all dry,
And I am thirsty,
But before I die,
You shed a drop of you,
To my flesh to feel,
That spring is here!
When all dry,
And I am thirsty!
I laid on your lap,
For a shadow of love,
Not knowing, you shed-
A drop of tear to cool my chest!
Is your frying summer ended?
And your earth is watered?
Now, shall I quench my thirst,
From your pool of love,
That your tears have made?
Summer is cruel,
When all dry,
And I am thirsty,
But before I die,
You shed a drop of you,
To my flesh to feel,
That spring is here!
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