
If I do love you
I would make a hut at the gates
Drum and call upon your name
I would write very long poems
Sing in the dead of the night
So it sounds among the ancient hills
With Echo, the talkative spirit of Air

If I do love you
I would make a hut at the gates
Drum and call upon your name
I would write very long poems
Sing in the dead of the night
So it sounds among the ancient hills
With Echo, the talkative spirit of Air
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