If the sun will shine tomorrow
Let it be that of poetry;
Reflecting itself like fire unquenchable
In our eyes.
Let it be that of poetry;
Reflecting itself like fire unquenchable
In our eyes.
If the breeze will blow tomorrow,
Let it be the breeze of poetry;
Embracing our skins with emotions
Making us either cold or warm.
Let it be the breeze of poetry;
Embracing our skins with emotions
Making us either cold or warm.
If my breath will know tomorrow
Let it refresh my lungs
So that tomorrow after tomorrow
Will be one I will live through poetry.
Let it refresh my lungs
So that tomorrow after tomorrow
Will be one I will live through poetry.
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