Inside inland of green dream,
I'm flying over the crystal rivers
and on fluids are the fish
swim smoothly.

Under the cloak of shadows trees
the cold wind moves
meadows and woods to dance
beneath the stars.

And the sound of soft friction
raising the life of the forest
they hear with so devotion
its sing.

That caresses dreams that are
lost among cliffs and mountains.

Memories of illusions and beyond flying between,
the dry leaves by the wind
that shakes fluids and springs that run.

I see in the sky between the clouds,
the twilight of another day,
but me sleep ends and my mind resists,
when I wake up I wonder if I could have the same dream (charming)

This grey black forgotten land,
the legend tales fade in my memories
and with honour and passions writting
thousands poems and drawings.

...All cold landscape shining by the moonlight...

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