Cuique Dulcinea

(To Each His Dulcinea)

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To each his Dulcinea
Which only he can see.
To each his own hiding-place
Where his soul may store the wood
To kindle its flame.

If Dulcinea's there,
A man can understand
That he can lift the Earth by hand,
That he can fly like a bird,
That he can capture light.

But before you shape your lives,
It's well to consider
That he who holds light in his hand
Clutches at nothing.

Dulcinea is nowhere.
She is only a dream.
And yet how sweet life would be
If all men were able
To create their own hope.

To each his Dulcinea,
Though she be but a dream.

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