So what if I want to indulge in the pleasures that my land has to offer
One last time
Before setting out on my journey?
No one can stop me
From tasting heaven on the lips of that onyx-eyed beauty
Who I’ll never see again
Amidst sweet-smelling flowers
With their lascivious pink petals
Upon which dew drops glisten
As on the greenery around us
Pass some token of your love into my hand
So that I may take it with me
Beyond the waterfall
And remember that you were not a dream
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