Plucking every thought
To see if they love me
Or love me not
It is in the fate
That is the plucking of the rose petals.
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The stars of me and you under the song of the moon
PoetryThe stars of me and you under the song of the moon Are the bittersweet Of what our love is In the nature of the moonlight Of the stars mixed with daylight And starlight and dreams.
The plucking of the rose petals love
Plucking every thought
To see if they love me
Or love me not
It is in the fate
That is the plucking of the rose petals.
