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Far; far away north, I’ll find peace in your bosom, I shan’t fret; for in you, My love dwells. Low; low down south, There lies the spring, The origin of the speech, Which you first spoke to me. Arid; arid is the eastern desert, I’ll not worry about that, For you’ve been rooted deeply, Into the core of my heart. Wet; wet is the tropical west, Where we’ll surely meet, To stand before the pool of love, And exchange our eternal vows. Near or far, High or low, Wet or Dry, My love will never die. ∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek