Across the river were two clouds in your eyes; and my kisses floated ascend from the heights of the sacred mountain - there in the valley, where uncrowned hope of green fields and saffron came from flowers - delicate reverberations of rock walls we listened to our words of love.

-Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

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