To the hill country of love,
Take a look and do the right thing;
For she is now matured enough to be married,
And like the wings of love in the land of your muse.
The soothsayer's tree,
With earthly things to think about at your home;
But your love is powerful like the sun! !
I do respect your muse tenderly like the moon,
And like the joy of this hill country afar!
But, let me get closer to your sweet love always.
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