Say, O my man, I love what he loves Tell you in the light of the bright blood of the anemone Tell me a tired mountain Tell you hot loved heart Tell me Tell me from your door and let me Crying From that night bitter crying
Let me believe a bid for a man of lover
Release of tiredness to believe you Let me hug you Naked Naked. Love Light with you was the sun
Which storm storms the lamp on the stone stole the poem from you Tell me, my man, the man, the man of which he loved this alley
