Part 17

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Swift as the coursing river,

Strong as the Baden mountain,

everlastingly free as the infinite skies,

surging through the world like a tornado of courage and wonder,

shredding all obstacles that should appear,

touching the heavens with your lips and spreading that miracle through those same lips,

in body and mind you bend my will,

your face like an angels,

your hair like the night sky,

forever wondering and eternal,

giving people dreams of peace,

guiding my lips to your's,

the feel of your skin like clouds,

your heart warm like the sun,

forever at your reach,

forever in your sight,

because you are my world,

and I am your's.

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