She wants to walk the clouds aglow
To negate flesh and touch the sky
She thinks- I think- it's bliss to die
To flee this sleepy earth below
It's life, not death, she deems the foe
And earthen truths she deems the lie
She therefore towards the heavens ply
And goes where scarce others go
One wonders why she wishes so
Why she would walk where wrens would fly
The truth is that I don't why
The truth is … I don't want to know
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