Still my day is young
Feelings of inside fire
All that my spirit long
Dreams of amuse desire
Feelings that come and go
Daydreams of morn still
All that the hours know
And come to their fulfill
Still my heart is high
In every beat and go
Where future unknown lie
With every desire grow
All from understanding
Touches of days gone by
Now their dreams landing
Those that will not die
Still these wings flying
Hope in the destiny
Knots of the future tying
All that is made to be
Birds are singing songs
Joy’s in their melody
For life outside belongs
To a world that's free
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