My path, where the river flows clean
Where words will not be mumbo jumbo
Where land is not green on other side
Where birds will fly even in night
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Subject is my heart
Music is its beat
Silence is its tongue
Kindness is its skin
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Want to fly with this passing wind
Into faraway lands of my dreams
Where all the trees are green
Flowers fill the land in fragrance
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Many sang these lines of love
All of them sang from heart
Each one means it from deep
Yes their love is great than all
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Graduation?
Information...
Innovation...
Motivation...
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My wooden roof dressed in white
Bridge over passing lake did same
The stream dress too got white spots
Tress beside it are in green and white
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My foolish beat asked me, why?
Why night rhymes well with fight?
Why it rhymes with quite and bright?
Why it also rhymes with the light?
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I will hold your hands in mine
Will rest my head on your shoulder
And will walk along summer beach
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Again another day will rise
Another night too will light
Another snow fall will come
Also another lay my pen quills
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Propose me if you want to marry me
And impress me if you love to walk
But don't use this natures beauty
Like moon, flowers, stars, dove, sky
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