Do
the gates of liberty still stand unopened?
Does
nothing ever happen to you?
Do
you feel the touch of invisible wings
Sense
the world is full of beautiful things
If
only you could come across them?
But
all our lives we live in a room with a view
There
are no places from there we can’t see
Gold
in glimpses flows as a river for believing
The
way in: moving out from your own happiness
Light
is behind us: we face the wrong way round!
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