In the highland hills adorn
Far as the eye could reach
NO trees was seen nor beach
Earth, clad in russet, scorn'd
Not even a sound of horn
No loud, except you and me in passage flew
No bees was heard to hum
Not even a nightingale to coo
Just me and you behind close doors
If only walls could speak clear
Of how wishes and dreams flow here
No doubt, its you and me forever
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