When The Butterflies Dance To The Moon's Song
When the butterflies dance,
To the moon's song,
I smile and glance,
The song of love,
Sways In the sping breeze,
I wait for the one, whom I belove.
A promise made to the young heart,
I see it blooming in the moonlight
Hear the anklet's ring, indeed god's art,
In shy steps, she smiles and walks steady,
Like the moon shines shy in silent night,
I glanced at her, my heart's in nectar plenty.
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