String of poetry Piercing my eyelids that are in imaginary fondue Forcing me to stand even though the fog embraces every joint In order to become a piece of today's story, it becomes a story He flew towards me Trimmed with rainbow wings And took me drifting in a daydream about an hope While spreading the seeds of dreams on the field of life He also taught me to dance together Above a cloud.
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