My Goddess.
In spring,
in summer,
in winter,
it is a goddess i love.
In the glimmer of dreams,
in the mischief of eyes,
in the smell of days gone by,
it is a goddess i have always loved.
It is a goddess i love.
It is a goddess i have always loved.
It is the face of a goddess that comes to me.
In the narration of the evening wind,
in the spreading of the clouds,
in the setting of dusk,
i leave the world entire,
and at her feet retire.
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