There is a beauty
In your words
That I can’t deny
There is a spirit I love to drink
Day and night
There is a mystery I wish to follow too
And there is a story we create both
So merrily
Floating here
Among the pages of our own
Realities
We live
We are nothing but birds
Searching wild but cosy nests
Among the trees
Of our dreams
Smiling
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