I wish we could fly, we had feather.
We remain togather, no fear of sepration would be there.
In search of new velley, we would keep on flying.
How would be charismatic moment, how would be beautiful scenc.
In fresh air with together, keep on going astary.
Neither we had any destination, nor would be end this journey.
We would hills of mountain.
It would be lush velley, would be highest tree.
We would land any strange iceland, we would make home.
We would make separate world, would be unknowing this world.
Neither any wall were there, nor any door would be,
Neither there were any prison, nor would be any home.
Neither were desolation of warth, nor would be chapter of separation.
Neither we had a broken dream, nor would be twester of compuldion.
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