| Moonlight hidden
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| By the cloud
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| Lighting in the sky
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| Drawing patterns
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| Which belong
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| Only to nature
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| Chirping of cicadas have drowned
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| In the most beautiful tones
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| Of nocturnal music
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| There is a road in the dark floodlit
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| By strange shimmer coming from the stars
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| Transparent but impenetrable
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| Figure of the night
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| Enraptures you
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| Unique and incomparable
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| To anything feeling of lightness
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| Is Full of your
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| Innermost dreams
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| Which are revived by
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| The ideas flying towards
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| Light breath
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| Of the wind
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| Being free like dreams…
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| It could be compared only
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| To the feeling of a flight
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| You are the master of everything
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| It all belongs to you
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| Power over everything you see
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| And feel gives you
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| Supremacy over omnipresent
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| And everlasting nature
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| Power over all — alive and lifeless
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| But mighty — that which don’t obey any human law
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| You are the only master of everything
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| But it was just a dream
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| Didn’t I realize where I was?
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| I couldn’t doubt the reality
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| Of all that had happened to me —
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| So real it was
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| I became like an infant, who thought
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| In the language only he could understand
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| I couldn’t have thought
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| I was a slave to my dream
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| And was dying slowly
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| But I did live, I am alive and I will be!
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| (I supposed so) |