Princess, the leaves are green, the wind is blowing in the forests and yet I truly feel like traveling away from here.

Travelling far away to the shores of Hispania.

While I am on this road to you, I will have to make some stops, to fill my bags with treasures to you. A golden heart and a white stone.

When I have done all that, one day, I will truly be at your doorstep, with a wide grin and a healthy condition from all that traveling.

We will meet, when I come to you, may it happen sooner rather than later.

G-d bless the speed of a traveller as he wanders to meet his chosen.

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