Are you recognized me?
Where from took all your magic?
I was waiting for you
Like in prison of ageing,
Maybe inside the woods,
Have you sought your charms?
But the sun found the root
And I became so young.
I see you in my dreams,
In the middle of forests,
I prayed you come to me
On the road of old cedars;
And because you must dare,
I'm your flower of hope,
For a long time you're there
Hidden into my thought.
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