I went searching for the sunshine;
I could not take the winter cold.
The silver moon deceived my vision;
the sun became my only gold.
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it may start with a shout
it may start with a fire
it may start with a whisper
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so near the mountain peak
that I can see the top
I must continue on
I know I cannot stop
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A galaxy looks past my heart.
It does not see;
a million billion stars are blind.
And I am looking out past souls
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I heard a melody in the rose
I was a dreaming child
asleep beneath the apple tree
wandering amid wonders
...
who knows beyond our universe
there may be
a million more
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I know the time will come to say goodbye
although I know I am not ready yet
once granted life we want to never die
but death will always stalk us like regret
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when I consider every storm
and long gray days of hopelessness
then I recall how fears transform
with sunlight healing my distress
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they ask me how I'm doing
they know I'm very sick
they poke at me
like probing a half dead snake
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every spring must unwind
without reason or rhyme
for tension must find its release
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