The Mountains of Mist

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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd, Far away from these layers of shroud, Oh wings of the air glide me away, To the world, world above the clouds. To the giant mountains of mist, Where sparkling houses of rain will be built,

World beneath where would be moving, And sun rays where will be cold and soothing. Where I won’t be bound by laws, And I could speak freely about the things I love aloud, Yeah to the world with cloud above the clouds, Where everything just everything will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays till night, Diving in the night’s sky that looks like morning light, With no paths to follow, I’ll glide free and fast, Yawing, pitching, bouncing, shouting, Like the endless penumbra it’s unknown where I’ll last Yeah endless it is, And it’s unknown where I’ll last
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