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The music of a heart beats through the naked skin
Of little boy with eyes that hold the world within.
He sings along to chirp of an untamed blue bird.
And plays with walking winds, caressing Alpine herb.

Through whirling on bare feet he feels the breath of Earth.
His lips are wreathing wide with laugh of genuine mirth.
The flower of young life that dies and borns anew
Subsists on morning kiss and ground pearled with dew.

Release the breaking dance, forgotten by the mind.
The soul searches for things that eyes will never find.
You'll step on paths of rise, that haven't yet begun.
The ardor of the heart awakens with the sun.

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