snowflakes in the wind
never back here again
and time will lift us
higher than the sky
to soar, to die, goodbye
they're all fictions
these escapes
scraped together dictions
sustain us in the night
secretly fighting
shadowland
to live just once
upon the grassy plain
to strain against the
brightest yellow sun
ah life embodied
sweep me with your
starry eye
to soar, to die, goodbye
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