The dew of the morning and the songs of love,
Onw who swims spreads out his or her hands to swim;
And like the fortress of the high fort of your walls of love,
Because, you've opened the gates of your love to m.
Songs of love,
In the land of your muse;
But, the one who swims spreads out his or her hands to swim,
And, i am here for you.
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