laid down on the ground
soft brown soil, we lie complaisantly
unwound
above, a million thoughts look down
my ally
oh mother wind
our dreams, they can still fly
and counting stars
we placed
I can hear you say
without a sound
make a wish
when I come falling down
well, here's to you, I miss
my favourite wish
that we are still up there
instead of
on this barren ground
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