I don't recognize You;
Oh Who are You that entered psyche?
Pouring light into obscurity,
Telling You'll come, You disappeared.
But You cannot be forgotten;
At heartcore a sway You've given.
I am sitting on my own, unattended,
Owing to a wreath in hand I'll make You wear.
Only Your enchanting smile,
It uplifts and excites.
Just Your memory so nice,
Even still the story speaks to me.
Yourself do I prize;
For Your sake I laugh and cry.
I want Your presence day and night,
In riches or in tears.
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