I want so many years, fifty, sixty;
More than death, more than life;
When we have an unexpected ceiling
Tumble down on us.
I want to see your hair after so many years,
In the glow after lands have passed
My forever journey has kept a sin
So well until half-light turns to darkness.
I want to learn like a trance,
An exit to heaven is the desirability,
The only dear journey,
The one flight I have hair for.
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