Some way somehow,
I'll reach out to you;
Here is my heart to give,
I hope it's pure and true.
Is there another way,
To reach a dreamy goal;
Let each my feeling stay,
That has a special role.
Someday not yet arrived,
We will find missing hope;
That we for long craved,
We won't let it elope.
Wonders of the sense,
So colorful beyond;
Each greatness so immense,
Beginning of a dawned.
Some say for now,
All dreams are just taboo;
But I say on tree's bough,
Is a singing cuckoo.
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