No silver dewdrops to greet the break of a summer dawn
but the sparkling crystal frosts against the chilly winter sun,
procrastinate my spirit in a dazzling but tranquil lullaby;
Flee my mind with the wings of a fading poignant memory to
care for nothing but the serenity of freedom beyond space;
I shall walk to where my feet would lead and carve a new path,
for my chains are unshackled and, behold, my heart is free!
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