Like a lantern in the night sky that on a zephyr floats;
In the empyrean garden, I let my hopes float too.
The sylvan charms of life, coax my surrender
But, I nurture a dream; I aspire to be.
Buoyed by the melody that the gentle breeze sings,
My marauding vision seeks, minstrel like.
I let the vision roam free, let it rise higher on hope
For, I nurture a wish; I aim to do.
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