Your eyes... are they looking on sunrise?
My flower of middle the age
The road is laying in front of the silence
This wind is so warm... wind of change
Your horse is so eagerly rushes
To valley with grasses of silk
Your palms can to bleed from the rein, time still passes
Your heart can to cry from true Spring
Be wind that is flying through stillness
Be water which make fertile land
Be Knight that is riding, the Knight that is fearless
The tooth of the dragon on neck
Quaff from the brook of my forest
And count the stars on my Sky
And measure my love with your dreams and your promise
Eat bread of my softness and hotness and wholeness
White lilies, red roses... my Knight
Be My Knight
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