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Our lives we trace through moon-lit trails
Slow wandering through the woods of time.
The way lies forth so dark -- yet pales
At ev'ry tragedy we mime.

In fear of what we cannot see
And wincing at the sounds of night.
We're ignorant and lost -- not free.
The clear cut way eludes our sight.

But close your eyes.  Open your heart.
And over moon-lit grounds free roam.
Life's all that's beaufiul in art
And nature's to our souls sweet home.


Hans Lellelid