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Will my
Eyes ever blossom
Roses, broom, primrose
To which others bend down Where my sun rises
Sharing my scent
My dreams
My sighs
Will my lips ever sing
My feet dance
My arms swinging in the circle
Holding others, many by the hand
And my chains fall to the ground
As scattered tulip petals
When someone speaks my name
Because HE knows me before my day
My sun rises
I begin to blossom, dance, laugh
Even at night, in my sleep
Out of my dreams
There fall to the ground
Blue, red, white petals.
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