Oh the places we'll go
from the tops of the trees see beyond what we know
I will shed the limbs I lack
now the spirit moves and it's gonna come back
Whispering so we can't hear it
appearances are a flower in the hat
Kites we build from feathers we find
glide to where our feet won't take us
Oh, caress my back, in the equation of a simple math
I was alone disolutionally seeing a companion sitting next to me
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