Cold wind blows in the still of night
whispering words too beautiful to resist.
Am I in heavenly slumber?
The river...ah, the river.
The mystic river sounds its siren call
and mountain gnomes dance in wild abandon.
Am I in enchanted realms?
Come now, lead me on.
The flowers are in bloom
and the waters are inviting.
I can't wait to see the sun with you
holding my hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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