And beseech thee my stallion I travelled both lands
And double travellers in diverse lands
And looked down on both with fair sight
To where they bent at the crossroads of heavenly moisture
Then took both with fair sight in more than two lifetimes
And become double wiser with sharpest wit
Because it was the learning curve and learned curve that barely dim
Though as for the burning woods with burning cheeks
No one ever dares to pity them with golden empathy
Had foretaste and foreseen glorious sun from golden hills
And both borderlands equally lay with golden roses
Depending on the visages of the visionary sojourner
O I kept both journey every single day
Yet I know the burning woods with the burning cheeks
Will soon grow beyond yelling valleys
I shall not tell you with my beautiful anecdote
And then cry of regret and then show no remote control nor a remorse of golden valleys
Two destinies detested in the burning woods
And I took the bravery by the head to follow those uncommon vision
To follow two destinies detested in the burning woods
O burning woods now the aroma of golden hills
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