Oh, how I wish I was dreaming, the day we were torn. Soar wild with the free ones! I drum my love to you, sacred rhythms of my heartbeat, and sing a rose-scented lilt for the warm night wind to take, an offering to your spirited dance. One winged day, I will hold your little outstretched hand and dance with you. |
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