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‘Vision,

I Dream of my freedom

and believe in the eternal road.

Where my stream follows the peaceful mind

I shall sleep as I erode, thus I bloom ,and as I fear to forebode.

But, this time, when I see the stars

they will sing to my night. There I will pray

for the endless time as I follow your way.

The elder speak to my spirit and the younglings

linger over my light. A Stray in the shadows

as I suffer slowly alone in this fight.

The feel of earths breeze withheld the pain

so I wander as I wonder to what I owe this foresight.



 

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