Shall i follow thy heart or mind
Then at dusk join a thought so kind
As the stars make our fate
While we both glow in crystal date
Shall we move in the jungle green
Move by thorns and by chance hunt deer
Together paint natures own scene
While in quiet woods doth we but seek an overseer
Shall we stay wake till dawn
Through the silent night and cracky melodies
Then the stars and calm wind shall make us known
In dew singing our stories.
Is it by chance wise to cry?
Hope is but a glass
For then you would but know
That a time with you
Is like athousand years of christmas.
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