Where the crimson coloured sky smiles in twilight;
Miles and miles.
On the green pastures where sheep,
Are asleep!
You drove AM and walked away from home, stray and stop.
The path boasts new trees in the years long still;
As you see.
To distinguish the Atlantic and the rills,
From the mountains.
They kiss and intertwine to be one from the distance.
You take me up as your soul was pure and true,
For God above.
My heart seemed full, that is our secret;
Go to sleep!
I will wake, and remember and understand.
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