There is no born lover,
There is no born Don Juan,
For we are all lovers,
Although some are in the state of amnesia,
Overlooking the light,
Of the sleeping star.
To dream on occasion is not dreaming,
To love on occasion is not love;
There is always the dreaming star
Hiding and waiting.
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