sweet tender dreams
and of a hard labour
of warring seas.
I was raised to believe in seasons
dawn that follows every winter
spring that comes after the darkest hour.
I was born of songs of those
that fly high and free
With ablaze they soar
to paint a scenery yet to be
I was raised to believe in goodness
in everything I see
to go after evil
who in their own strength
could not flee.
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