There you are
How did this happen, my love?
Here we are
Under the radiant, hot sun
This place I've known so long
Wind caresses the trees
Puffballs of clouds
People walking far, far away
As if in slow motion
Blissful Sunday.
And I don't mind
I don't mind at all
I can set you free
And I can set myself free
To float on the wind
With the shimmering light
To float effortlessly,
Lightly,
Weightlessly away.
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