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发帖数: 2019 | 1 On wings of song, my love,
I'll carry you away,
to the fields of the Ganges, where
I know the most beautiful place.
There lies a red-flowering garden,
in the serene moonlight,
the lotus-flowers await,
their beloved sister.
The violets giggle and cherish,
and look up at the stars,
the roses tell each other secretly,
their fragant fairy-tales.
The gentle, bright gazelles,
pass and listen,
and in the distance murmurs,
the waves of the holy stream.
There we will lay down,
under the palm-tree,
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