I m striving to be lost in farther lands
I blank my mind; the soul's still unhealed
Today it's shy or harsh, tomorrow blunt,
The same unhappy fight, wherever coming.
Is there land to cure my restless heart?
The land to get all different and happy?
The land to live in peace a longer time,
The fairyland. The neverland. The dreamland.
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