There's a song in my heart,
poetry in my dreams;
I could find love in everyone
if they would not turn me away.
Suffer to tell the serious,
and ask to dry the weeping sky;
let the woods grow pictures
in the spring.
Happiness is a highway
to an individual joy
with a voice that sings the old dream.
Trust is a promise
to always learn patience.
Fill an empty life with love,
for who rose from gentle passion
to a lifeless death?
"Almost" was a whisper;
and though I the song they left behind,
still I know that this is mine.
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