There are holidays when for moments it seems almost as though dreams come true.
The voice of the Evening Star perhaps speaks through a sayer of the Old Truth: "faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love".
In the mystery of life what influences are around us? It is not true now as of old, that Satan, Prince of the Pit of Evil Thoughts, still whispers?
Eat and drink for tomorrow out goes the light;
Sin is as important as goodly might;
For tell me, neighbor, without WRONG,
How could there be RIGHT?
Selfishness, father of brutality, hatred, war.
Life is not what it seems;
It's but a thing made out of dreams,
So make pure and sweet the dreams.
When young lips and young kisses meet,
I love you, I love you, my own, my sweet.
Their feet walk the dim streets, yet perhaps their faces may be lifted to the Star.
Sin, golden, laughing, hold, eat, drink of it, for tomorrow out goes the light.
He allows his disappointment to fill his heart with bitterness and the evil thoughts sow for a bitter harvest.
Love is kind to the least of men, eee-awa, eee-awa.
Sometimes dreams do come true. Not by accident their dark path emerges into the light, for dreams are of our inner selves and perhaps all would come true if we but dream aright
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