The gaze, it sees beyond,
Beyond space, beyond all trace,
The gaze, it sees beyond,
Beyond space, beyond all trace,
But when souls meet the light's embrace,
Their purpose fades, their strength displaced.
How can the eye hold fast,
Upon such beauty's gleaming art?
How can the eye hold fast,
Upon such beauty's gleaming art?
For it may bloom as a flower then,
Or in the beloved's cheek restart.
I journey forth, with laughter light,
Upon the waves of passing air,
I journey forth, with laughter light,
Upon the waves of passing air,
If life were easy, smooth, and right,
My soul would find the path too hard to bear.
If life were easy, smooth, and right,
My soul would find the path too hard to bear.
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