Into the truly love
Everything comes fresh
Just like air above
And each soul's enmesh
Feeling both large and small
Waving each hour dark
Sunshine and raining squall
That will set its mark
You and I always too
Having so much inside
Profound and very through
Where every cloud will glide
So much in seeds that fly
With every bird’s wing
Into the deep high sky
While they twiddle and sing
What
Is it with me?
Why am I only this
Never from earth free
O give me the morning bright
After the sunset's gone
Here is my wingless flight
Carrying on and on
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