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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2004-02-01 | |
Closed my eyes and sent a smile,
With my hand I tried to touch
The blue-white glass of smoothing sky
That kept me prisoner on Earth's ground:
It could be glue or could it not?
Don't know whether the gravity below
Clenched my body and made it stop:
It could not travel, it could not go!
Suddenly I felt the misty cloud
Through my fingers slipping slow
And the smell of holly space
In my nostrils it did just glow!
"It's so easy, must be easy..."
I kept telling myself that,
Hoping the power would grow
When suddenly I felt the swat!
"Oh, cruel world, why woke me up?
The dream of sky inside my mind
Healed the spirit; could you not
Pretend I'm gone and you are blind?
I was about to stretch my wings
That God had not forgotten giving,
And in my hand I held some twigs
With red, red roses glimmering...
That was a dream, I do not care
It was still mine to live in it
Cuz in reality I couldn't share
The peace of mind that angels give
Could you not forgive my sin
To ask the Lord such a permission,
Could you not but be so sly
To wake me up and stop me fly?
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