In the eyes of those who pass me by
I pass through this place
like a river without end,
a river of light,
a fountain of delight,
where the path to peace
lies in the meadows
awash with a million dandelions,
who smile their smile
upon the fields of my reflection,
where the stars are angels,
who shine their light
in the eyes of those
who pass me by.
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