She followed me to this distant land
Resting of my fingertips,
In the palm of my hand.
- The mountains,
The sea,
The breeze,
Those comformting kisses -
While I broke free,
While I forgot.
Now she realeases herself,
Though slowly,
I see her wings begin to spread
Before me.
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