What more beyond that distant horizon?
Above the clouds, perhaps, may one see?
Celestial aria resounding in the heavens
The Unknown Greatness calls out.
Abandoned island full of mystery
Forgotten secrets, unanswered queries
Sweet voices of Sirens in the winding rivers
Woods bend over for tiny whispers
Blood of stars run in her veins;
She breathes spring and summer
On the warm silent beach, a white-clad girl
Hope reassures.
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