Through the watery curtain
Are things unimaginable, fantastical and unknown
A necklace of lakes trembling like moonbeams
Parading peacock plumes painted in spring colors
Are things unimaginable, fantastical and unknown
A necklace of lakes trembling like moonbeams
Parading peacock plumes painted in spring colors
Rolling green waves dashed to shore like white horses
Seashells chiming while bees sing in tenor and bass
An ancient willow is a weary old man in a dirty green coat
Wind whispering through grassy fields the way feet itch to dance
Standing in the midst of a summer sea, the mist snaked like a scarf along the shore
Through the watery curtain
Are things unimaginable, fantastical and unknown
Seashells chiming while bees sing in tenor and bass
An ancient willow is a weary old man in a dirty green coat
Wind whispering through grassy fields the way feet itch to dance
Standing in the midst of a summer sea, the mist snaked like a scarf along the shore
Through the watery curtain
Are things unimaginable, fantastical and unknown
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