Song 18

That thing for love,
pleasure and gala.
Drink from a stream,
there’s much to dream.
When it’s time to leave
and dancers heave.

I hope you saw
what I saw.

I went to my room.
Night, I was alone.
And fanning my spirit
was time moving on.
Nobody stops to see what
and why, but.

I hope you saw
what I saw.

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