For the wind blows before my face
On the top of the lovely hill,
I hear the maidens calling my
Heart in this day of affection.
Yes I feel the calling of fair maidens
Voice touching my cheeks,
I understand now the universe
And all the questions within it.
For this fair maiden is the world
To my timid ears of falling,
This wonderful goddess of love
Calls my heart to her golden gates.
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