It beats again
My heart is hopeful
For the summer is finally ending
I'm going back to the garden
I'm sure I must cry
Yes I know you don't want to come back to me
I complain about the roses, but what nonsense
The roses don't speak
The roses simply exude
The perfume they steal from you, oh
br/>You should come
To see my sad eyes
And, who knows, you would dream my dreams, finally

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