I raised my eyes and you were there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of All Thats beautiful and rare
I pray to mute despair and anguish
to vain pursuits the world esteems
Long did I near your soothing accents
Long did your features gracefully divine
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to sry for, live for, love
Then came a momen of renaissance
I looked up you again are there
A fleeting vision the quintessence
of all thats beautiful and rare
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