Love Is a Gift from Heaven
A precious diamond, sapphire bright.
Within it, dreams give birth to joy,
And air turns blue with heavenly light.
O star above, grant us your grace,
Have mercy on us at dawn's first light.
Let unrequited feelings bloom,
And grant us kisses burning bright.
The tender hands lie bare with wounds,
As if a whip had struck them hard.
Who'll tell us where the boundary lies:
A sweet dream or a nightmare's dark?
O star above, spare all your children,
For without love, our eyes are dry.
Save us from sorrow, pain and tears,
O star, let souls be blessed on high!
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