It was but a glance of hope
that I saw in her eyes
About winds on the meadows
and birds in the heights
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Yet, my thoughts are racing still
through this mind and its hill
About the things that passed afore
about philosophy with its core
...
And I could write a thousand letters,
just to say how much are the pains,
But my mind is absent now and I,
would lose it all to some paperplanes.
...
It was like a spot
of sugar and honey mixed
The few days I had
in the middle of the best
...
Tycho Brahe in his exact observations
so famous for highness and admirations
Forgot one star in the midst of his inspirations
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Thus, upon the ground did my body walk
and across the lands did it roam and talk
but O father of my tearing eyes tell me now
what happened to the earth and my old folk
...
Screamed out my voice out of destiny
breaking the silence of souls of gloom
take my hand my dearly friend
been waiting for you to come
...
Hello how are you?
my dearest friend that I ever had
How's everything going on with you?
missed your old days that with you I had
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Far away, there in a horizon not known,
across the seas, and sandy lands of shores,
from the harshest and the deserts.
Free as a birdie have never known,
...
How sweet the sound
that rings outside my window
drops of angelic hope every where
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