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Her dream is described soft but widely. A covert flame she keeps within.
It soars high when evenings become lengthy, a whispered hope, a continual song.
Doors swinging gracefully she dreams breath of freedom in all area.
No shadows tie; no chain may persist. She has strong heart; look for her way.
She has vision of love both quiet and truth.
A soft hand to lead her along. of joyful laughter, of calm heavens, Of morning clear where happiness would surface.
Gold and crowns have little bearing on her dream.
Still stories yet to be retold. A life unchained, a voice set free, A future designed by fate.
Still, though the earth may push heavily, Her aspiration will never yield to fate.
She carries the flame in her very soul, Her strength, her desire, her eternal claim.