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One day.

There will be a day..

There will be a day
When you will look away
And see the wonders of this world
To which you cannot add a word.

To see the beauty of the sun
That shines on everything that`s done,

To see the shine of lonely flowers,
The secret of the growing trees,
The mountains as eternal towers,
The happiness of working bees.

To see the beauty of the day,
The swift river – without sway,
The woods and it`s eternity,
And the leaves that sing with utter glee.

There will be a day
When you will look away
Amazed by stars that shine unshaken
And how it seems that they`re forsaken

To see the mystery` of the moon
And hear the howl of the wolf.

To see the bear in its den,
Whispers of the snake, and then
See the mystery` of the storm
And the silence of the void

To see the woodland and it`s verse,
And the darkness of the universe..

There will be a day
When you will look away
And see the world in it`s true way:

To see the sun shedding its tear
And see how days have their own fear,
To see the limit of the woods
And the crying’s of the wolf.
To see how tired is the bear,
The sadness of the void, that`s his to bear.

The anger that will make the storm
The woodlands that are being torn
To see the hopeless moon, drifting through the night,
The stars, trying to escape, although they shine so bright!

To see the torment of the skies
And the run of helpless flies

The struggle of the waters as they try to flee..
The hope that flowers have for me
The hard work of many trees,
And the laments of the leaves..

There will be a day
When you will look away
And see the ignorance of men
And how far he`s gone astray.

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