I need a sky abounded with stars…
And a valley full of shrubberies swaying me with its virtuousness...
Drift me away, Oh! Wandering breeze to my instinctive dwellings..!!
Desires to perceive the extensive serene meadows are beating my prudence
And my senseless heart is striving to touch the shooting stars...
Drift me away, Oh! Wandering breeze to my instinctive dwellings...!!
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