Yes apparently, not destiny

In a fog smokes blue
I recollect an image the darling,
And an image of a youth former,
Rises as a phantom from a tomb …
And an image of a youth former,
Rises as a phantom from a tomb …

I remember former year,
When you were young,
The bird cherry, lilac blossomed
And me to love you not laziness …
The bird cherry, lilac blossomed
And me to love you not laziness …

For sequence last years,
This trace was lost,
Ways have left our all
And you me for all forgive …
Ways have left our all
And you me for all forgive …

In a fog smokes blue
I recollect an image the darling,
And an image of a youth former,
Rises as a phantom from a tomb …
And an image of a youth former,
Rises as a phantom from a tomb …


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