You're the flesh of those golden songs,
You're the fragrance of the sweet flowers,
You're the flashes of the new-born dawn,
You're the melody of the falling leaves.
You're the reflection of the twinkling stars,
You're fixed buoy of the moments of time,
You're the beacon of the seekers of the sun,
You're the only way to the promised land.
You're the shower for the arid earth,
You're the dewdropp for the sultry day,
You're the lips where many joys arise,
You're the kisses to vanish my despair.
Yes, you're my light and my strength,
To reach that sweet fruit of ambition,
To grasp that golden ray of destiny,
To attain the waiting crown of success.
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