Let the world dream otherwise
In all its left and its right
So much of it's still in disguise
Lost in transition temptation flight
Foliage of stage and mask
In a world that is going its way
Inside is it innumerable task
Growing for another tomorrow day
Let each hope be there deployed
Forward in its transitional control
That in the past has been destroyed
In every part and its role
Dream that did follow each formation
Tasking its risk of its part
Filling our thought with temptation
Everything first in its start
Let the world dream and be full
And all shall become something more
Charisma of its worthy on pull
That we to the futures must store
Depths in the shades of their bringing
Flowing on smoothly or rough
Together like clay everything stringing
That sometimes seems more like a bluff
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