Loving Eileen is
A fertile virtue...
My green land and flowery mountains.
Having Eileen is
A mature heroic virtue...
Like coming to life
With your own choice...
Being around Eileen is
A spiritual virtue...
The shrine I saw in my dreams
I shall built
And protect.
Keeping Eileen is
The ultimate sacrifice,
An endless resurrection.
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