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Rising
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The air rises with my breath
And my soul has followed,
Lifted high above this town,
High above woe and melancholy
To a place somewhere between
The enchantment of dreams
And the realism of existence
I am in a place between the
Dawn clouds and the midnight
Stars and I feel that all is possible
So, pray, hold me down so that
I donβt whisk away to oblivion,
So I do not rise up away from you
Donβt you see, I need you too?
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