I put on my brand new necklace,
Along with my favorite dress,
Changed my shoes and makeup,
Fixed my hair that was a mess.
So happy that I will see him,
As the sun starts sinking low
Finally I can see my love,
To our meeting place I must go.
Somehow I knew we'd meet again-
Even the days that I'd lost hope
Which is why I climbed the mountainside
Wearing my necklace made of rope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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