I look and ask but nothing I see,
Upon the mountain top weather,
White clouds as if a feather,
Through night then day I flee.
These eyes of mine will not close,
And dive deeper into mist,
Held to feelings cannot resist,
To find the key I chose.
I cannot but keep hope to see,
Uncover the lands that bring,
My heart like birds and sing,
Till your heart I have the key.
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