I wish I could still my thoughts,
and lay open the child in me. . .
breathe, breathe and breathe this air
till I fly over the sand and sea. . .
away from the rationale of time
back to the future and faster than light.
and lay open the child in me. . .
breathe, breathe and breathe this air
till I fly over the sand and sea. . .
away from the rationale of time
back to the future and faster than light.
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