Rushed into mountain arms
Awakening from a winter's talk
On the banks of primroses
I am seeking all the wings
Soaring over the tides
In your splendid love
In briskly walking moon nights
When wispy clouds sing
the light of your moist eyes
Hide me within your heart
Let me sing the song of waves
Fill me with your love
Adorn me with your blossoms
My soul and repining heart
To chant your lovely verse
That never ever heals
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