Sail dream,
Soar upon gossamer hopes
That breathe with every wind
I am wrapped up ever warmer
In wishes of you and I
In a nursery of windows
From the library of sighs
Sweet lilies are like envy
Singing of those storms
Lone raindrops still echo
With my utterance in tone
If sculptors chisel marble to life
Then let these words be chisel and life
And we the beauty they shape.
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