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And you play so beautiful that the air echoes all life,
No clouds, no darkness ever I see since I fell in love.
That same melody of my muse, those same whispers
In my ears which say to love more and as time move
I see every face cold, carved with an unknown grief.

Someday when the chords are in tune and stars smile,
We will play again that music we made under the moon.
Who says we will die? Who says this world can end
The promise we made to that god and can forget soon?
We will but only stand to hold each other for a while.

The winters of this life, the draught of a thinking mind,
The tides of tortuous dreams that make the world blind;
We will forever live and love, we will forever now play
We will meet beyond the clouds where no humans reach.
The air would be cold and I promise our love will teach.

Thousand souls will play the greatest music for love ever;
You be sure, we are here to sing our dream and live forever.

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In love be sure there will be a thousand mutiny,
A thousand whispers to see our soul transcend.
Who tells the journey, but hearts we often meet;
Among surreal shades and strokes, an artful blend?
Who sees the light among the stars, if not in agony
Wish, not those million fears, but for those beat?
Why decipher this decrepit mind? We are forever.

Tossed by the fate, torn by the winds of change,
Among the coldest winds, often the best blooms
From the most adorable abyss to touch the breath.
Among the colossus of greed, love quietly grooms
As our soul erects each fear into a dissolved henge.
In times like these, trust the times more, live the faith.
Who seeds, who harvests the golden yield forever?

Into ash, who says we’ll surrender when we are done;
We’ll arise again to let love live even when we are gone.

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Wish I vacate this stage soon enough, soon again
For more darkness to cover and in quiet, give birth
To more light that will guide every passerby in tune
With dusted steps leading to the sepulcher of a saint.
Who says death ends and life blooms, who dreams
Among the surreal symphonies of a sundry sand dune?
Who in life could defy the destined end with a mirth?
Who could stand through the spring and fall again?

In tempests we don’t tremble, with ignorance we do,
Among the rainbow streaks we seek often differences,
We fall to rise again and we often die, to be born sane.
He who speaks is not a monument of time, nor fences
The fear and hope of our soul, nor seeks what is true.
He who listens to the wind and touches the life of time,
Stands taller to laugh at every feat, our ego attains.
We will soon someday meet again and greet the dew.

I am neither old, nor crawling with the softest dream;
I am time, join me to sail through the unending stream.

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Not fear, but our faith does the wonder
When you know you are in love for sure.
Look above, the stars are waiting for long,
Look below the ripples sing the moon song.
Yes, it all passes in a dream, all look at us
As if we promised to live forever and cross
The waves of fate, storm of an unknown time
And to grow among the weeds of the world
Into an oak of life that will ring and rhyme
The spirit of the serene, the heart of gold.
We are the immortals; our fear dies with time.
Every journey at the end meets the sublime.

Keep the faith on! Keep the faith on!

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Alone when I stand and see these pages
Of faces with sweat and surging brows
At the crossroad, in the crowd, among the hedges
Of crimson cast sky and a brazen desire;
Shadow to shadow neither offers more,
nor instinct succumbs to serene pledges.
The Dreamer walks alone!

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The storm has calmed down now by the time
That touched you and touched me with love.
Let death distance us if it can with its strength,
We will be born again and again with our faith
That shall beat its wings with the dearest dove,
And sing the melody among lives so sublime.

Let thoughts be the orchestra and eyes paint
Desires unknown to the most reasoning minds,
Let this war be over, we’ll talk to the moments,
And walk on the green grass feeling the dews.
Let the temple doors open again and we light
The lamp and bow before the greatness of god.

The stones will remain, the soul will but flee
To its own kingdom of heaven where no fear
Will ever stand, no greed will ever question
The intent of life, the dissent for every death.
Let the muses come and guide us to the tree
Where flowers of gold breathe enough faith.
Let love fill every bard, let blessed be the eyes
As we greet every passing moment and rise.

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The contours of our memories so much seek,
So much like whisper come out in blank silence.
Here are the butterflies chasing the wild swan,
Here comes the song from love’s forgotten peak.
If death be like a blanket that hides the world
Before our eyes and smell of that sweet petrichor;
There is this soul in you that will stand like cold
White, snow-dipped mountain in the darkness.

Yes, here’s the home, and that luminous page of life;
Come not draped in ignorance but with your story.
Soul to soul will whisper the same surrendered strife.
The eyes will get heavier with the tear than the being
When it drops, and waves you see in air around sing,
Everything leaves to meet everything we know in life.

Here’s the home, here’s that flame we forever seek.
Come soon, before I fly again to that love’s peak.

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