When the world has been at its newest state,
When life has occured as a painted scape,
If unforgotten dreams I perchance evoke,
If in worded forms I just a mortal life in paints soak,
If I turn myself out as a fantastic poetic pour,
If I become just a song to cause a deluge in shattered shores,
Don't just call me an impossible dream,
Just feel in your pulse a swing,
And make join life to celebrate,
When the world has been at its newest state,
When rhymes Holy move us to an Unreal Real State,
Just feel in your pulse a swing,
And make join the street to celebrate.
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