If I would traverse the world....
Talking with tall towers,
Mounting on mysterious mountain...
Embracing all exquisite air
Climbing on clouds
I, still- still be in need of you, O love!
To travel me at sky
Where You, my moon and I shall dance together....
And no one dustrub that music and mystery and your smile, Ever!
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