Maybe there is nothing more than sunshineOut upon the terrace of your heart.The miracles that might have been at one timeHave long since found a reason to depart.Each day must be itself a new redeemerReturned to bring you home to inner joy.‘Tis the longheld habit of the dreamerSimply to let sunshine spirits buoy.Destiny does not decree one’s musicAs one has always ample chance to choose it,Yet cherishing what nothing can destroy.

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