Breezes bring closer long-waited guests
Innocence & purity breed nice swans
Heads turning left and right pioneering
Bringing dreams as pure as skies
Over valleys, greenery & brooks
From domains to others
Knowing lands turfs & signs.
Swans roam over and high
Pure-colored & pure bred
Those pure white swans.
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