Tooleema Sharimba is this the way
Where bluebells and prinsols shine all day
Tell me please for I must return
The Wizard has news for my concern

It is oh thankyou I must proceed
To learn of the formula to grow our seed
Urgent it is and I am the one
I cannot stop until my work is done

Through the valley that rains its dust
Onto plains of thick white crust
Watching for Wan-Wans as it is I they prey
Escaping poison from mouths that spray

Ahead in the distance a bird in view
As white as snow with breast so blue
The air of pride his eyes very wise
Entry is forbidden to the one who lies

Harsepholing, he sensed at me
You may pass the truth I see
Your pledge fulfil have no fear
The one you seek is not far from here

Into Cellinium the rainbow of peace
Where tides so calm enter and release
Hues whose softness blends with dream
And droplets of dew become life's stream

Surrounded by foilage all shape and form
Mingled with sunbeams pure and warm
The Wizard appears out from the fall
Observes then beckons with arms and call

Harsepholing, you come to seek
To hear the words I am to speak
Long ways you have ventured for your key
So I will tell to set you free

Within you all there is a part
Which holds your key, its called a heart
Search it deep and you will find
The seed of love will serve your kind

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