Bring me inside every reaching goal
Like a branch of a collapsing crystal
Let the fields of feelings have deeper role
Control the dark waters with light chorale
Fill them in with spring of oblivion time
Freshness of water that drinks their deeps thirst
Coldness and icily winter's hard rime
Caverns of yearning their hollowing curst
O river of time let springtime come in
Just for this occasion - with fresh fountain
So I may drink water of resistance
Streams of the victorious that dark shall win
Blossoms of daylight shall rise like mountain
Give every seed freshness existence
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