Searching for happiness
How hard she is to find!
When you look for her
In sorrows of the mind
She is the pure waters
Of a running stream
She is the fleeting word
A creature of your dream!
The wings of soaring birds
Will not heed your cries
She comes-but will not stay
Constancy she belies!
A perennial beauty
-but admire from afar!
How fatal the embrace
When of a fiery star!
When she falls to your hands
Don’t hold her for too long
For others she’s their life
For you- the words of song!
So Go! And search for her
In sorrows of the heart
That is your sole true path
To Beauty! To Science! To Art!
By Comte Almaviva (no TM!)
How hard she is to find!
When you look for her
In sorrows of the mind
She is the pure waters
Of a running stream
She is the fleeting word
A creature of your dream!
The wings of soaring birds
Will not heed your cries
She comes-but will not stay
Constancy she belies!
A perennial beauty
-but admire from afar!
How fatal the embrace
When of a fiery star!
When she falls to your hands
Don’t hold her for too long
For others she’s their life
For you- the words of song!
So Go! And search for her
In sorrows of the heart
That is your sole true path
To Beauty! To Science! To Art!
By Comte Almaviva (no TM!)
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