Aspiration

Happy little soul,

With a vision and a goal,

Toiled through the day until she burnt that sole,

Nights she would rock and roll.

And dream of her goal,

The goal of her soul,

To enlighten it whole,

Where the globe glows in gold.

A place where no virtues sold,

To cleanse the old.

Behold, when she becomes bold,

There firmly I hold.

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