In this, the valley dreamed,
Beautiful river ran through,
The airs always humid, moist,
The Sun seen through the aperture
Of dizzying skies,
I took a flight once my father bought
Where I burst the cloud, sky high,
It all flowed beneath to the river,
All was water, coursing beneath,
The towns hugged the womanly hills,
Towers melted to strange perspectives,
But all bent to the river,
All moved to the eddying currents…
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