In my imagination came a thought of cities
Full of freedom, love and happiness
Feelings are expressed in eroticism
Love is a sacrosanct to indigenes
Springs of water flowing through the city
Surrounded by mountains like a fortress

New every morning is the love
Sets at dawn forevermore
Radiating all around the city
Melodious tune filling the atmosphere
In the whole euphoria of the indigenes
Came a tempest-tossed of the fantasy

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