To dreams all around

Here, I hear what swans sing in the moonlight

Glowing upon the land, a lantern lit to guide the lost

Wind breezing by and through the woods, gently blowing away the dirt on their faces

Never to lose a step nor to be deaf to their sounds, I find myself bound to them all

Wail, oh wail on with your banters of shame, for I have found my way on my way home.

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