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“I will go down those steps..and come to you
I will free you from your chains; my palm is a bridge for you to me
Without you I am lost with no trend
Your place is sorrow? I will still come to you.
My tomorrow is imprisoned and impaired, my prince”
And she went down the steps..to pursue the impossible
To pursue him..
“I am your nightingale; I will awaken your lethargy with my noble singing about hope.
Your Goddess will never wander if her path is to you.
The echo of our love and our nights will bang on this world’s drums,
And proclaim our sacred memoir.