i followed her wings
like two palms waving
so gentle i could imagine
softly riding the wind
whisper to nature's will
lifting my thoughts well
for every stroke a wish
that she will turn around
to show her beauty one,
one more time, i pray
come, come, land, land
land on my palm, ...and
we will be one....
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