O ye super-tramp, abandon the skies; take a breath. She has a yearning to stop you and cease the time when you are around. Take a note, sky king. It's time to have an encounter with her, sit by her side and listen, could you? She wants to ask, could you stay for a while and hold her hands by looking in the depth of her eyes? Could you read her face and see that shine which comes when she has you around?
But... instead she tells her soul, hey you! restless soul, it's a wanderer, infatuated with the sparkling beauties. The terrain cage scares him, he has a fear of being enslaved, but, is unaware of the intoxication of being together.
She contemplates how you avoid seeing the passion of her soul and the warmth in her greetings. she wants to ask, do still of the night scares you? do you fear losing yourself in the profoundness of the oceans around her? yet she never asks. For her your freedom is beyond her desires so she glorifies your freedom.
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