Fortune's in the eye of the beholder.
Out of all you were comes who you are.
Rejoice, then, in each moment of your being,
The you, you would not trade one moment for.
Years pass, yet the moment grows no older.
Nor does the yearning of the heart grow colder.
In dreams one tries out fortunes from afar,
Never reaching quite what one is seeing,
Ever drawn to sail across the bar.
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Video Music: Like the Sky. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the
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