Abel:
[Strumming a guitar, singing a song for Rima]
They say that love is a fragile thing, a linnet's wing, a magic ring made of gold...
Abel:
They say that love is a bird in flight, a gleam of light, a star too bright to behold...
Abel:
Tell me, tell me, tell me, Oh child of the moon. Is it as they say? Must love slip away too soon?
Abel:
Tell me, Rima, where are the meadows of June? Speaking with her eyes, softly she replies,
Abel:
I know a place where green mansions are, as near or far as any star up above.
Abel:
And in this land of eternal spring, where hummingbirds can learn to sing, green grow the mansions of love.
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