And let me sing now: all for love.
And let me see with the eyes they saw with: and let me speak the words they spoke:
and let the hearts that beat in their bodies be as the heart that beats in mine.
And I want the beauty that does not come from this world: I want the songs that come from the heart.
And this beauty will come in sorrow and love and peace and wandering: that on the way we might find joy.
And where shall the children go: if not to their fathers? Where shall we hide: if not in ourselves?
And all I want in this moment of seeming time is to see another place different from mine:
to meet a people different from me: to see through different eyes all those different things I have never seen before.
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