I wish, I was a feather gliding in air
Soft as the crystal's flare
And wish to be blown anywhere to take
Journey not by wing hook on peregrine's fleet
Peregrine, sweet mother of sky
This little feather wished to be blown in sigh
The air in way too dear
May lift the feather in air's free will
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