Floating in the wind and flying with the wings,
Being alive and just breathing,
A fleeting glance and a burning stare
Pain and rapture
What that's dead and thats dying
Will you like who you wanna be
When you are there, is that the place?
Swinging between reflections and reality
Lost in the ripples of an evanescent eternity
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