Like the
Veil of a star
Fades
In the morning spring

Like the canvas
Of a sail
Relaxes
When the wind dies down

I
Rest
From
My sorrow
My heart
Rests
On
Satin

Like a mother
Who hopes
That the child she awaits
Does not forget

That the pain
Is bitter
To learn
That he will not return

I no longer
Need
To
Repeat

That I loved him dearly
To
Regret, wow

I
Rest
From
My sorrow

My heart
Rests
On
Satin

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