For we have sung and dance and dreamed, higher and further than wispy thoughts could ever have carried us
Beyond the tuft- strewn fabric of soft white clouds in clear, unpolished skies
Far away, hidden in the refinement of a simple, beautiful moment
Alas, the world apart seems a world away, an echo astray
Time is but the now and the news, space, a bendy furl of smoke in the dry air
A toast ! To the twist of fate upon this forgotten road, a path of dance, song and untidy seams that have become our wispy dreams.
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