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Once the jasmines grow (Rondeau)

by Ya----Na

Once the jasmines grow in my heart,
my dying soul won't rip apart.
Within the essence of your name,
it will bloom time and time again.
The pests will begin to depart.

Love is an incredible art.
The thoughts and feelings' counterpart,
a stroke of your dreams I can frame.
Once the jasmines grow...

Your fragrance is so sweet and tart.
Moon and stars are now off the chart.
There isn't tomorrow in this game.
So could you please ignite the flame?
Give me a cue, oh my sweetheart!
Once the jasmines grow...