The one who lives is the one who dreams of a better world
A light footed dancer who circled minds while their thoughts whirled
There is not a single place scratched by his big brother's pawn
Where a touch of his healing hand was never called upon
We summon it with a pen, playing with our finest words
We put together chords in accordance with its standards
We paint and we sculpture seeking its traces and records
We just gaze at a distance and we simply -
imagine
imagine
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