Your singing is a crystal mist
That plays upon my soul
In woodlands far and magical
You twirl a farandol.
Your thought is as a willow
Abloom on mystic hills
Unlocking long-lost portals
Your languid wish fulfills.
Your kiss is as a hyacinth
That glows in twilight gold
In lush fragrant orchards
Your fantasy unfold.
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