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How many illusions wandering,
in the breeze whispers go,
fragile dreams drawing
a horizon that is always there.
In the dance of a thousand instants,
sighs float in the air,
emotions, sweet and distant,
they get lost, they meet, they never know.
Searching for the lost essence
of the heartbeat that never ceases,
an echo of laughter, a wound,
a destiny that the soul expresses.
How many illusions wandering,
like birds looking for their home,
vibrate in the sky, dancing,
seeking to come true.