Lets Hurry
Let’s hurry!
Fall in love and fly—
Fiery, fearlessly h’gh!
As the gooses pair,
There, over the cloud—
Flying very high,
Singing in skies’ language,
Songs, surely—love songs,
On their way
To the golden grass’, argent twigs’ nest,
In the Great Himalaya’s heights—
Is permanent snow and ice.
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