Let this scorched heart be left sun-dried in your lawn, cheer up Let a strolling glance lure you at the dawn, cheer up A wandering wish is a puff, knows no measures Let the loyal chained dog bark at the fawn, cheer up Beside the stone, sow a good seed of thy title Let the spring celebrate the days bygone, cheer up The salt of the sky sings in the summer in Vale Let the rush unfold the curtain long drawn, cheer up Erase the golden verses of the bards, can you? Let the reed be shelved on the ruined barn, cheer up Stay at sand beds with a broken finger someday Let the Fate on the floor move on its pawn, cheer up © MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ
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