Dream like a child,
Nothing to boring but nothing to wild,
With no care in the world,
And all these feelings that have yet to be swirled.

Fly towards the sky,
Like an eagle flying high,
Soaring into the air,
Flying anywhere.

Aing as if its your last breath,
That if you stop it will bring you to your death,
When knowing those words that can bring feeling,
It feels like it isn't right, as if you are stealing.
 
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