I've found my heart in the eventide
With dosage of its freshness and quiet stills
Where the airy vapors of drifting glide
Over mountain clippings and nightfall hills
With a morning song to fulfill me dreams
To last of bliss of the evening sky
In the waves with hopes of the beams
Those through the gentleness moments now fly
A morning that comes in songs quite new
Like a lyric filling silence fresh dream
That is born from the futures you walk
Is heard in its virgin to reverie few
In continuing motions and vary stream
That through every transition shall talk
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