All the light within
Comes with knowledge's flow
In its accurately spin
With what wisdom shall know
Sunbeams in different clouds
Is everyone’s little fantasy
Somewhere with going crowds
Wakening dreams tenderly
All the stars to behold
That let us not be forsaken
Stories there all untold
For moments they’ve waken
Romance is only so true
As reality in its distance
Without actuality coming to
Every glimpse of its branch
All the light you will see
Is like conjecture seconds on
Thoughts that come to be
Before the verve is gone
Like deep blue sky above
Minutes that is inspiring
Plentiful perceiving thereof
Each in its tangling desiring
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