Trace with a candle light the endless sense of loving, be as a star at night, for those ones who starving.
Be Ariadna's thread to guide me - pace behind. In twilight dull & sad, be as a pearl to find...
Come back before the dawn, don't quit me in the morrow. Smile up with rising sun, to chase the shade of sorrow.
And sing a hymn of love, to pull me back from dream, as birds that fly above, awake me by a scream...
And when the polar star, delighting me so deeply, rise to the skies so far, as nice as lines of Kipling,
Then, break my soul down & up, but heart run on, you'll come, in shining gown, as Goddess, as a song!
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