Waking up from its splendid slumber,
Showering my sight with her beautiful smile,
I wonder why I can't get closer ..
Its never too cold,
The rain never hard,
For me to look up at you,
And sing to you like your bard ..
Waiting for you to come up the horizon,
The bright starts I accompany ..
Singing songs of joy,
Just hoping you'd listen ..
For some it might sound like the wolves,
For some like the flutes ..
Here we are waiting for you,
So that I can say hello to you ..
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