When the nocturne of Chopin tweedle pass The crescent desire to nepenthe,a farewell, I sigh the unfavour love,a warbling lass To kiss away old woes,dance to woodnote Marcel.
Then can I ruffle skin depth enmity Around the mellow sunbright,melt in sizzle end. Then soak in season to bless,anew amity. And sings my soul so long to a lover and a friend.
Then can I bade my lambent sad memories. And be it the purl of a Brook,in cadence. For a Brook wise and quiet carries the blossom; Adorn my sombre in fragrance.
But to think of all parted sorrows,again, All ends are pieces for happiness to begin.