Sophia's Tree

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Softly is heard the sigh
of little Miss Sophia,
will the day ever come
when I see her smile again?
Or shall I forever walk away
without knowing her laugh's way?

What happened, Ma'am?
What vanished your smile?
I beg you please do tell me,
My Lady, I beg you,
My gaze upon the heavens,
as to know I desire.

I remember in your youth,
how those pearls were bragged by you
twinkling like little stars
until your growing up,
when this old cypress
found them sloping in his return.

Winter in my life
I have reached, cannot get out,
would you grant me a wish?
A last favour do for me?
Would you, with love, bare your teeth
before I forever leave?

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