On the misty peak of a distant mountain,
Where dreams of the soul unfold,
Where the dew of a pale winter morning,
Lies glowing upon the white gold.
There, upon the shimmering crown,
There, where there is only renown,
Where touching the sky is not absurd,
And the heart hums as a humming bird.
There shall I be forever more,
Stay with me there, mon amour.
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