Golden drops,
Stream down the cheeks, glistering
The stealth of my heart
Drunk,
I swim my move
To the farthest gloom
I know no distinction
Between tears and
The music of heart
The longer I endure this art,
The closer it draws me afar
To drive my joy away
No string, thereto
Hearken me to reality
Without a shudder of fear
Oh, My Golden drops!
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