The dance of youth is in the air.
The sun rises in the morn.
As time swift by a lingering pace,
Guiding the feeble soul.
Love is born of the heart.
From an infant’s first cry,
Faith ushers in an open door.
And of life’s greatest gift.
Amidst life’s noisy confusion,
Break the fetters of discontent.
Unbridled yearning seeking;
In hope there is bliss.
Abide by the teaching of the ages.
Grow wise and make sense.
Find the meaning in this journey.
Then live beyond the final bow.
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