To feel the love of the passion soul,
to hold the jewel that for ever glows,
to find the treasure of the thousand kings,
to kiss the softest winter breeze,
can such a thing be true,
can one hold these thing for real,
will I ever find this one,
or do I care for the gold the most,
for you will see when the dream comes to you,
that the gold that you seek will be found in the forever living dream
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