A girl sought beauty along winding paths,
Travelled singing many roads ahead,
Laughing, dancing, drawing joyous breaths,
Within flowers laying her brilliant head.
Lifted and flown, nourished and grown,
By warmest emotions, of unique depth,
Goodness reflecting and having joy sown,
She happily, peacefully, under stars slept.
Even from the darkness there's a sign,
Even under black veil there's shine,
Pointing you towards the silver line,
Not waiting for the stars to align.
No matter how it's seeming,
No matter how bright gleaming,
About joy you'll be dreaming,
About peace world’ll be dreaming.
We'll stand on our own,
Until world's blindness is blown,
And love embraced with happiness,
Without condition or selfishness.
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