Our Lovely Land
I put a grin on your face.
She said, "Release my shackles, darling,"
I'm looking for you; I'm just looking for you.
And if you don't mind, I'll meet you shortly.
Allowing your spirit to embrace my spirit.
And rekindle the green paths.
And you read an extract from the book.
I saw you beckoning to me early one morning.
I lifted a sheet that was hushed up the moon.
Then the glitter showed up.
On the meadow, I followed his lead.
Showing a significant breakthrough.
I believe I've hit the heart of the problem.
I felt I was made out of words.
And now I'm gone.
And I soared without a trace of muck.
"Your nation has a history," he said.
"I glimpse her in that moon," I told him.
And my stirrups shade is shifting.
In contrast, I'm rowing to the right.
There's something I've seen on the left.
A thick fog.
Wind and poisons are both harmful.
I hopped on board with my passion.
I've knocked you out.
You are the rivers streams.
And you are the purity of the mirror.
You are the hills; you are the hills.
You are the sand, and I am the ocean.
You are the peoples motivation.
You. You...
A group of people spoke, then a sound woke me up.
As if I hadn't already guessed.
Says I heard the poem and the whole discourse.
"Are you interacting with others in your dreams?"
"True, that is true," I've been smirking.
Your land is lovely.
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