Let there be feelings of wisdom
wherever you might go,
like summer full colored bloom
that to autumn will glow.
For nothing is like a feeling
of a song that's going by,
moods from the heart stealing
in each start of a new try...
Let there be hours that give
something for me and you,
let us both prosper and live
and get our means through.
Nothing is more of a living
then accomplish a dream,
into their days and of giving
something worth their deem.
Life is its days of time endure
bringing the best of all out,
be in you proliferate all sure
finding its ways than about.
For nothing is like life's game
that you've made from nothing,
never staying quiet, the same
making it fresh like a new spring.
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