The clouds which are settled in the highs
They are from a dreamly mind
with a vision to rise
new sunshines in the sky
with a hope to learn
make rainbows after the rain
The yellow moon begins his day
while the birds sing ¡faith, faith!
dancing through the lines
they spend their time
beneath the light
looking out at one sight
Golden haze comes from the Windows
for those whom seek the meadow
they got the wisdom to believe
of that land ever talked
the freedom to see
of that land ever walked
in the sun’s birth
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