Hope soars to the azure sky,
Friend — it's over, no more to cry.
Flags of love, airs of affection,
Brothers, welcome to the world of perfection.
Silence of agony — the cruelest scream,
Fruits of relief now bear their green.
Even if the sun sets high,
I'll be the shining splendour in the sky.
Dreams awaken where sorrows fade,
New dawns bloom from nights once made.
Through every storm, my soul takes flight,
For love remains my endless light.
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