Lost Love
T Tom Billsborough
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Sweet as a flute.
Soft as the peach blossom falls.
Her song recalls
Her first lost love
Who once upon his lute
Accompanied her, her soul,
Under these blossoming boughs.
Will she remain for ever
In her yesterday?
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