For the love of the skies,
the louring clouds,
starlit nights and lunar rings
For the love of mellow winds,
and swirling storms,
for sunny noons and alluring dusks,
For the love of silent singing things
and the smell of distant lands,
can I not break these tenuous bonds,
can I not grow so many wings?
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