The sky were clear, to summon me to song with plaintive melody.
The mist would clothe this clarity unawares, filling my heart with sorrow that weeps nobly for the wretched.
My heart remained a world replete with dreams' enchantments, that I might hear creation's echo of eternity.
My breast would send forth incantations of magic to grant the wounded noble healing.
To watch mankind through my heart's own glass, laughing with them and weeping for their pain.
To remain unknown in oblivion's vale, finding in nature's bosom all the solace I desire.
My heart would beat with love, to live for all humanity.
To remain as I am—loving all, granting kindness and mercy, asking no reward.
The world's motto were security, love, and peace.
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