Cry Before I Say Goodbye
Indeed someday I will be gone
down dusky hill like daylight Sun,
I will then be to graveside roses,
flaunt those flowers when I am close.
Someday I'll heed the clarion call
like autumn flowers fade and fall
and will not feel thy candle's glow,
O burn; pure passion let me know.
Like summer takes the thirsty crops
far from the fist of winter-drops,
I will not taste your tender tears,
cry now for me when I am near.
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