Awaking one day
From a witch’s charm,
I followed the map
I found on my palm.
The sky, it was blue,
The grass, it was green,
I had this funny feeling
That I was in a dream.
I met a deer, I asked:
“Who am I? Who am I?”
“Go on and try
To find yourself before you die”, he said.
But a different path he had.
I dived into a pond
Filled with thousands of keys,
Then I followed the song
Of the birds and the trees.
The colors were bright,
The shadows were cool,
But losing my way
I felt like a fool.
I met an owl, I asked:
“Who am I? Who am I?”
“Go on and try
To find yourself before you die”, he said.
But a different path he had.
Gazing at a mirror
Of frozen ice and snow,
I followed the sunlight
That in my eyes I saw.
At last, lonely, helpless
And tired of the game,
I arrived at a land
That was called by my name.
I met a lark, I asked:
“Who am I? Who am I?”
“Go on and try
To find yourself before you die”, she said.
And to my heart she led.
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