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Closed my eyes and sent a smile,
With my hand I tried to touch The blue-white glass of smoothing sky That kept me prisoner on Earth's ground: It could be glue or could it not? Don't know whether the gravity below Clenched my body and made it stop: It could not travel, it could not go! Suddenly I felt the misty cloud Through my fingers slipping slow And the smell of holly space In my nostrils it did just glow! "It's so easy, must be easy..." I kept telling myself that, Hoping the power would grow When suddenly I felt the swat! "Oh, cruel world, why woke me up? The dream of sky inside my mind Healed the spirit; could you not Pretend I'm gone and you are blind? I was about to stretch my wings That God had not forgotten giving, And in my hand I held some twigs With red, red roses glimmering... That was a dream, I do not care It was still mine to live in it Cuz in reality I couldn't share The peace of mind that angels give Could you not forgive my sin To ask the Lord such a permission, Could you not but be so sly To wake me up and stop me fly?
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