The blooms again will die,
And fall like stars to earth;
All things away must fly,
For others in new birth.
Dreams are what we give,
To be here left to live;
I see in future's name,
Eternal new dawn's flame.
Where river meets the sea,
And moments do not dwell;
Where all the waves are free,
And outcomes can't foretell.
Inside each past and heart,
That's found its way again;
From routes that never start,
Though we'll search in vain.
The blooms of a fairy tale,
That will just be in dreams;
When reality will fail,
In darkness all things seems.
Dreams that we can give,
To be here left to live;
We find in future's name,
Eternal new dawn's flame.
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