Our souls now feel true innovation. Beloved, believe in our pure hearts! Like poplar fluff, the sky′s confession sends us its wondrous whirlwind arts. Enchanting us, the stars are strolling, and singing sweet songs very well, with patterns radiant and rolling. We hear our hearts and the church bells. This fairy tale is our new era, as if it is the voice of fate, with the sky′s music and its lyrics. O happy dream, we both await! And now I feel my lady′s attar, which plays on my glad spirit′s strings, surprisingly, while autumn shatters ice and creates a way to spring, which crowns itself with living flowers and in the dew can wash its face, with both of us, forever lovers, and gives us favor, hope, and faith. | 
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