Across the meadow’s gentle sway, under the old oak tree,
Past the river gushing swiftly, secrets carried to the sea,
Let’s drink from the cup of twilight, let's bathe in dawn's first glow,
Merrily, let's wander, and let the winds of destiny blow.
For in the dance of the cosmos, in the melodies that ascend,
It's in the way that we wander, where soul and nature blend.
Each path a new beginning, each step a silent friend,
A testament to our journey, with love that knows no end.
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