I shall soon leave you my love,
Temporarily or for eternity that i do not know, yet this I do know my love
That I shall miss the breeze blowing through the whistling pines
I shall miss the sweet taste of your soft palm fruits
Your sweet palm wine refreshing my parched throat, reviving my weary body.
Orembiere, I do not know if I shall return to explore your crannies
The foliage of your dense forests, promising pleasures unimaginable
Or sit again beneath your cloudy skies in deep reverie
Or stroll along your meandering streets once more
Or kiss the Pouting lips of your fair maidens again
But whatever destiny has in store for us both,
You will forever hold a special place in my heart.
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