Echoes!
Heard in the forest;
But, never with your love.
Raid, aid!
With the rays of love on your side than,
The signals from the echoes of the forest;
But, the support of your works in this village will surely bring peace to all.
Smart, mart, art!
Like the muse of a kite in the air;
With the muse of your love reflecting on everything in this village.
Attendees, interviewees!
Touched by your love than the strange echoes being heard from the forest;
The concert!
Your concern;
With the muse of your sweet love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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