Little star, what dreams do you have?
Let's play in the fields of the lord
Dressing our wounds with secret salve
And shouting without saying a word
Sunrise of truth, bring us our life
Beckon our souls to be true
Swim with love in leadened water
Painting our children a new hue
Fresh breath of air, filling with life
Lungs have been touched by deciept
Breathe out the untruth, and in again
Portraits of things that are neat
Tenacious and cautious, stepping lively
The stairs which bring us back home
Leaving fast the knowledge from trees
That may bring us disdain as we roam
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