Nearer and nearer, to that place am I,
The forest is calling, full of reverie.
A paradise I seldom tell.
The satyrs dance, the flowers resonate;
The myths converge, the wildlife mingle.
A lock between fantasies break.
When illusions morph and change,
So is me, with this joy and blessing.
A view rarely known to men.
Scenes fade here, less truthful than a dream;
Still I search a way to thee.
A fantasy to be relived.
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