i stand on a cliff as i make a wish amongst the deep rooted trees
the wind is a rush on my breast how i love this magic you feel not see
my heart is pounding with the waves of the sea just close your eyes and believe
soon you will see the captured dream open your eyes it is real
the green of the grass and trees alas is deepening still
as my eyes see new and clear and true
the color is moving through the misty dew
the sheer face of the cliff rises up as i step onto the open sea
the whitewash splashes up and fills my cup and the salt leaves patterns of dreams
the dreams of the day lines up with the sunrays piercing my state of divine
the dream of the night is sheer shine of moonlight giving blessings of grace of pure sight
soon you will see the captured dream open your eyes it is real
the green of the grass and trees alas is deepening still as my eyes still see clear and true
the colors are moving through the misty dew
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