Story Time

Oh, my dear old river
Tell me the stories

Of those melting ice on mountains
Where peaks are covered in chills

Tell me about Princess Time
I know, she is very old now

How is she doing?
Did she sent a message for me?

This wind, your old friend
Told me about her yesterday

About how much eager she is
And how she dresses up herself

Like a bride-to-be
She is waiting for me

When will you take me to her?

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