Sharp and silent in the clear October lighting, of a thursday morning,
In silence, the heart raves,
Love has not the power,
So gather it and put it neatly,
Love isn't a sunset from the red cliff of the mountains above,
And from the torrent or the fountain,
And from the trees that round me blow as it passed me flying by,
I believed that love is the conjunction of two oppositions,
So I pray that God will see us through,.
Hurried, hurried! the enemies had Carried my soul away.
The agony in me intertwine with my body, just like I was picking my lip,
My voice sounded with wondrous tenor,
Thus thee wind caught and carried my voice due echo and reflected ego,
Just love me little, love me long; is the burden of my song.

Hurry, hurry! my gentle soul is under pressure with tears trickling as it stria out in the blinking of my eyes,
Don't throw me or either dump me,
Don't strip me of my clothes and sit me by the fire alone;
Eyes cried for special soul,...