A joyous youth, a wave of grace,
Joyous youth, it finds its place.
Dance and sing, let voices soar,
With love's beloved, forevermore.
Mad heart, true love, in service deep,
True love, in service, secrets keep.
In this devotion, self surrenders,
Mad heart, fulfill love's tender.
Mad heart, the stars and moon they gleam,
The stars and moon, a joyful dream.
We too, with smiles, our spirits mend,
Mad heart, make life's hues transcend.
Mad heart, life is a fleeting bird,
Life is a bird, its song is heard.
Do not boast, in passing flight,
Mad heart, hold fast to inner light.
Mad heart, these birds, they cannot hold,
Mad heart, when buds their blooms unfold,
Mad heart, when buds, their forms reveal,
Bees then dance, their joy they feel.
Mad heart, why yearn, with longing eyes?
Mad heart, this world, a dream that flies.
This world, a dream, a fleeting show,
Mad heart, let its illusions go.
Do not be deceived, let your spirit grow.
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