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Do you remember, dear,
Those beautiful days,
When we were kissing near
Old trees in the early may?

Do you remember obsession?
Do you remember what bright poplars said?
Do you remember that separation
Under the sun in the early may?

I sent you angels and letters
With words, which I couldn’t say.
But, dear, I still remember
Those days in the early may.

I know, that time is a doctor,
He always helps if he may.
But I needn’t compassion with my attempted
Beautiful days in the early may.