Irena
Our paths
Our paths shall cross
They will cross deep blue seas
with white seagulls flying above
They will cross the green Highlands
with white clouds at their peak
They will cross the fury rivers
with silver fish swimming
Our paths will cross
They will cross day and age
They will cross our hope and rage
Our mists and dreams
They will cross all of our lives
But they will never meet...
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