DISTANCE OF INFINITE LOVE
Thou'll travel in the distance horizon,
And I shall hear thee no more.
Miles and miles stretch in between;
But I'll recall and hold thee tight,
Waiting for the tides ebbing by.
A cuckoo's melody whose ear is unheard of,
I'll wait for the season to pass.
A seedling of love will rumble low,
Our love shall ripple among the waves.
Cling on dearly beloved our love fathoms the dead!
The tides and the harsh waves,
Will be composed and calm and the breeze shall be our season
And I shall wed thee surpassing the damned cold weather.
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