I was once as one before I had to leave
the sandy shores of warmth around the sea you see.
Then as a child from outer space,
around the earth's blue face.
I laid my sights, I held the clouds,
in hands to small for me.
It's melancholy song, each grain of sand.
Retreating to the void it's depths the deep.
Star lit nights, the wind, the waves,
beyond the sky, new worlds.
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