There it stands with all its might and dreams Life within its inner heart of stone Looming into the sky, catching the warm beams of the rising morning summer sun Oh what fortune must it be to expire your care Only a trace of the twinkling light Will wash away my never-ending nightmare The desire takes control of my mind and makes it torn by the hope her face would turn to me and give me that friendly smile I yearned for since the day the man was born
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