
It was the picturesque day, like those passed
It smelled of life and my love burning sweet
And in the distance were green meadows vast
With soft young flowers bending at our feet
But unlike the days I had grown to know
There was a different taste hanging near
I did not know until you told me so
And I had to say goodbye to my dear
With the scent of lavender you shall leave
Leave me with honey and the blooming trees
And on this melancholy summer’s eve
Set sail far away to cross the vast seas
Perhaps you will find the beauty you seek
While in the meadows I sit sad and weak




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