Eighty four ar nai re bela

The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest the cadence and the cascade in chorus , the sky at day break ,a longing ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard and the fading song Now, a path less traveled by , almost none the heart song through the river , a gush of breeze, Never had a vision of return, a letter to befriend any and a response the destination is the anonymity, a croon with the journey of the boat song