Oh! The blossoms of air,
Take me with you if you despair,
As free as a bird flies,
And as guilty when a baby cries.

Oh! The love of fair,
Make me like you if you despair,
A pain when a flower dries,
For a fly on which it lies.

Oh! The water of land,
Soak me in you like the particles of sand,
As liberty to flow as you like,
As timid where you'll be found alike.

Oh! The sound of band,
Part me in you in a swift of wand,
The freeness to be like a roar of bike,
Or like the softest feather look like.

You all born in the enlightenment of bond,
We cannot live if you aren't around,
Me, born to make haste to hike,
But, I promise to make the future bright.

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