I walk the corridors of her mind, centuries of stone
Silver and gold, rubies, kings and queens
Through the fields, where people still work the land
Mountains and forests, streams, lakes and rivers
Wars, cathedrals, artists, writers and painters
Ships on the sea, gothic romance, ancient dreams
Luxuriant tapestry, burgundy robes, Victorian gowns
Love is a history, touch moves through centuries
Kisses of legends, legions of swords, invasions
Send diplomats, she is a flower of history
The wind blows with Saturn's rings, mystical Venus
Byzantine stained glass, Persian candles, poetry
Mosques, minarets, tongues of the ancient sea
The east rides with spices and treasures
Moonbeams drift through my dreams in the silky night
Her land is filled with ghosts, rituals, noble birth
Streets cry and laugh with ancient songs and dance
The golden corn of fall shines in the sweet dusk
Prayers cross the distant meadows, she dreams
Blood shall mingle, for it is meant to be
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