What would you do, if I made a promise to you?
That the sky shall always be blue,
trees with leaves forever - anew
and none of your flowers dead by noon.
Lightning has struck, in the unknown, you must embark
Come on path many a strange Hawk, 
but the golden Lark perches on top.
Now, would you pay heed to your own?
grow out of the sunken dune,
in 3's you round about the tune,
what if you fall down in a swoon,
then, remember a promise is kept in between 2.

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