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Crossing a field with milk vetch blooming in profusion,
Waving a parasol, then a black locomotive blows a whistle.
By a tree of a walnut, a lunch time of us two alone.
You are in good mood tasting my hand-made cookies.
Flingging on a yellow cardigan, I'm a butterfly fluttering in wind.
And, you are sure to be a honeybee, penetrating my heart with a knife of love.
Yes. I am wating, closing my eyes.
You're dozing on my knee as a pillow, with your hair soft, like a child.
Something has been changing, like tearing an old book.
I am changing to me I haven't known myself.
And, a yellow cardigan.
I put it softly over your chest while you're sleeping.
I haven't had such tenderness before as getting at a loss wondering how I had become.
Yes.
You are the only prince for me.