A Wooing

I will bring you big things:

Colors of dawn-morning,

Beauty of rose leaves,

And a flaming love.

But you say

Those are not big things,

That only money counts.

Well,

Then I will bring you money.

But do not ask me

For the beauty of rose leaves,

Nor the colors of dawn-morning,

Nor a flaming love.

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