Oh, summer’s heat,
In my life it lit;
In the mind aims to penetrate,
This moment’s flame, how I hate.
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I rode on my pen
And sailed with the wind
I enfolded the sky
With my heart that may never die.
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I have a heart of gold
So I was told
It remains warm when exposed to cold
A golden heart ‘coz of the love it holds.
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It is growing like a tree
Inside the heart that makes man better be
With noble soul in company
That endows him with strange potency.
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The love I hold so deep within
Really brings my heart in pain
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Your words as beautiful as red roses
Adorned by the old earth’s sweet cherries
They seem so sweet, so clement, so pure
Yet to my aching heart they sound obscure.
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There is magic in my hands
A glittering pen more magical than wand
It weaves myriad, fantastic stories
Acclaimed, applauded, crowned with lasting glory.
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In your tender sleep, thy child cries
Bullied and tortured by ruthless foes
Amidst pain, I threw arms in the sky
Asleep thou are to comfort my woes.
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Whatever opinion or stand you have in this world
Mature or callow, noble or bold
Even if you’re only a kid testing your wing
You belong to one family created by one Being.
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