in the valley of death
death sets upon itself
and what life remains
can flower and be all life
all that you had dreamed imagined
were forelighted to fruition
and all hope
and all delight
he allowed it
he willed it
to come
from the smell of a football pitch
to that corner that secret wish
that heart's treasure
those wings to soar
a breeze
a kiss
a drizzle
a sound
they're all the same
when set in motion by the same
you daren't say it
you asked for too much
you asked for too little
but at night you hadn't rest
you dreamt the rest
no more details left out
this time you were thorough
all of it
life
bliss
peace
if you couldn't believe
you at least dared to dream
and with such dreams
who would dare
not to believe
there you go
you talked too much
you talked too little
all seems babble
but who stops
a restless heart
'til it finds
what makes it beat
with every hope
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