So much love of spring
Dies in winter
That I am afraid of myself
That I am afraid of everything
So much love of spring
Dies in winter
How afraid I am of myself
And of us
What would be
What would our first morning be
Disunited
Without your hand which find my hand
What would be
What would the wonderful garden be
Of the night
Without your life mingling with my life
So much love of spring
Dies in winter
That I am afraid of myself
That I am afraid of everything
So much love of spring
Dies in winter
That I I'm afraid of me
And of us
I would like
I would like to know the secret
Of loves
Of which the legends of yesteryear spoke
I would like
I would like to love you until the end of our days
Sheltered from life and time
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