For mine intensity... Mine aspiration. For mine intensity... Mine aspiration.
There is a lovely lady, Whom I have often seen... There is a lovely lady, Whom I have often seen...
Like a bright blooming flower that threw the snow She overcame her struggles and gleamed with glow Like a bright blooming flower that threw the snow She overcame her struggles and...
Poet thinks of the lover who is very far and seems like a mirage doubting the very existence. Poet thinks of the lover who is very far and seems like a mirage doubting the ve...
Somewhere in the woods of wild, A little soul was soft and mild. Somewhere in the woods of wild, A little soul was soft and mild.
Storm. Like a tree, protect them with branches green and roots wise. Storm. Like a tree, protect them with branches green and roots wise.