Touch the things that you can’t see,
Unknown scents upon the breeze,
Blunder through those tender trees,
Find the blossom of your dreams,
Fly away on wings of glee,
Trailing clouds through your feet,
When you go remember me,
Searching still among the trees.
Love is bright in purity,
Bathed in immaturity,
Searched forever now you see,
Feel the sweetness set you free.
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