Dark walls carved in the heart,
binding the light outside, love’s compass
pointing towards north, avoiding shipwreck,
figures of history laid on the walls.
The garden stretching westwards from the hilltops,
the lake reflecting the sky.
Dark walls carved in the heart,
binding the light outside, love’s compass
pointing towards north, avoiding shipwreck,
figures of history laid on the walls.
The garden stretching westwards from the hilltops,
the lake reflecting the sky.
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