When the land holds daisies and such flowers.
The ache in your heart is not on barren land
And sow there seeds of happiness, understand
That whatever there you tend and grow
Will very soon sprout out and show
And how have you forgotten this lesson
Today or are you sullied under your mind's treason
Play; i saw on your palm sweet destiny
Of riches and wealth and profundity.
The hour has come when you must decide
What you will hold dear, what you will recite.
And the clouds that gather overhead
Are swaying away with deep respect
For the sunshine that must seep through
Embalming your soul, renewing anew
All the tales you once told.
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