Stumbling through love

Starting to stumble

Freewheeling I fumble,

Never will I rest until the sun once more glitters.

Away, far away, where the willo' the whisp

Whistles it's tune among trees and rivers,

I mumble among brooks which gurgle with glee.

Alone without comfort,

The trees sing a song,

And my heart knows each tune off by heart.

Whatever the weather,

Whether I start or I stumble, please

Will you always be mine?

The End

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