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Hear out the quiet whisper of my song,

At a distance that I can not even think of…

I had a dream last night I wish I could prolong —

You called my name, my name was Love…

I rode a flying golden horse

Through wild fields I still admire

In flower’s songs I heard your voice-

You called my name, it was Desire…

My ride was darting, natural and swift,

My hair played with wind so innocent and fluty

I felt so freely- unrestrained, like Swift…

You called my name, my name was Beauty…

So, hear out the ringing sound of my lyrics!

And clop of hooves and laughing wind you can not miss!

In far away and distance with no limits

You soon will call my name, it will be Bliss!