Beautiful
and diaphanous lilies fall in freshwater stream where suns of many
worlds reflect the lights of colors, the pipinar birds looking fellow
with their songs and dances of love, swinging winds spreading sweet mint
smell. Soft and small butterflies fly almost landing in the mirror of
water that sweet stream; a graceful young rehearses on his lute a
composition for your love.
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