When the morning blue sky begins in shine,
as though the world may all be benign...

....Hand in hand we walk by,
the flower shop between...

These tears that echo of my hearts despair,
And declares to grief--my love alone...

To the rocking chair I slithered. In thought of...

I thereby banish thee, wicked heart!
You know nothing of what you impart...

In the spell of a slumber deep,
visions of thee ferried me...