Quos amor verus tenuit, tenebit.
Wake up isle goddess, sweet perfume scent, the forest has seen…
Harmonious tune brings the news to my fate and forever a change has come.
Mist gathers and waits for its turn to return…
Firefly knows the song has come and beams, cascades of light ensues.
Left no wonder I awaken thus, this dream has shaken me too…
“tecum ludere sicut ipsa possemet tristis animi levare curas!“
(I wish I could play with you as it does to ease the sad cares of my mind!)
…yet I awaken thus, to a world without you.
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