Panic Ensemble - Flying | Текст песни

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There she was back again in my dream,
The old queen of dance who tells me
You have to wean yourself from the floor,
From the earth, from anything beneath your feet…
Keep your head high, as if the sky
Is your highest border. Let your arms touch
Clouds, clouds: Push down on the tips of trees.
Believe me, she says, it will make dying easier.


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