By John Na   

While the roses bud in open meadows
I often think about the sun that shines
How marvelous a gift that was bestowed
So great that to my fate do i resign
Because of you the living things do breathe
So they can see the beauty that you hold
For you i lay my precious swords unsheathed
To save you from the thieves who seek for gold
When you are gone the world itself is dark
How empty, sad, and cold i do become
And wish for you to light a little spark
So i can have the strength to overcome
Arise my sun and bring an end to night
To make our love achieve a brand new height

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