An Octave on Love

An eagle flies high in the sky,
And the grand mountains cry goodbye
As valleys low begin to sigh,
And your great love will never die

As surely as the river flows
Into the ocean deep below,
There will be seeds of love to sow,
And rains of peace will make them grow

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