Meet me, where the mountain meets the valley,
Within the dawn of her lap,
Meet me, where the ocean talks so very dirty,
Upon the tongue of grey storms,
Meet me, where the sun prods with longing,
With his long prodding fingers,
Meet me, where bluebells kiss ancient forests,
Within the legends of Wise Druids,
Meet me; please meet me in God´s Heaven,
Where, for you I shall await.
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