This is the moment to breathe free
To turn your eyes above
The birds are flying in the sun
Why miss their gloried run?
This is the time to pull the sheets
Off from your tousled head
Get up and greet the flowing brook
It's waiting for your look.
Life happens now, my friend
Tomorrow is too late
Run barefoot in green meadow gold
What treasures they can hold
This is the moment to breathe free
To turn your eyes above
The birds are flying in the sun
Why miss their gloried run?
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