My tears are falling to the ground.
My body shivers, and it is sunny.
And then, I take a look around,
And summertime is far from pretty.
Oh, darling, dear; please, come to me!
I cannot stand this reality.
My face looks sad, there is no smile.
My heart that beats does want do die.
And since you left, all through this while,
I have been lost and crying high.
Please, darling, dear; come soon, yes, soon!
Perhaps, my dear, this afternoon.
And if you come, there is my sun.
And if you come, there is my flower.
And if you come, there is my fun
And everything: friend, cure, and lover.
Yes, darling, dear where'er you are,
Please, come to me, my living star!
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