Waltz Of The Mountains

The dream ever lingers,
and it's heaven you see.
My spirit flies over blue
mountains to thee;
I hear your voice calling
with a magic enthralling,
so in love I am falling
as you dance the last
Waltz of the Mountains
with me.

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