You are the springtime, I, a bloom,
You, a place, I, a wandering fume.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean,
You are the springtime, I, a bloom,
You, a place, I, a wandering fume.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean.
Come, tread these paths where hearts ignite,
No eyes shall see, in shadows of sight,
I'll hide you, safe within my view.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean,
You are the springtime, I, a bloom,
You, a place, I, a wandering fume.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean.
A dark mole on a cheek so fair,
A thousand hearts ensnared there.
I, a killer, the whispers say,
Of those slain by my eyes' display.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean,
You are the springtime, I, a bloom,
You, a place, I, a wandering fume.
Gaze this way, a glance to glean.
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