I
Am
Still
Still
With
Be riddled
Eyes
I
Was
Watching
The
Long
Chin
Of
The
Heavens.
I
Sigh.
My
Soul
My
Inner
Soul
Yearns
For
The
Flight.
I
Want
Flight
To
Be
In
Ever-increase
In
Those
Regions
Immense
Ever-extending
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