Enchanting sound awakened and renewed my spirit, above all passing floods and tides,
Music of the heart, like morning bells caressing the green, grassy fields of a new day, a bluer sky,
Irises with purple skins sheltering by their green neighbors awaiting for the rising sun,
Light of the fresh dream, wish or reality could only shine from one possibility,
Your voice; you have brought to me the song that sings of what is faithfully beautiful.
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