Sitting up, staring out,
Today I dream so pensively;
above the clouds that surround me,
What can there be?;
Wish I’d fly and see…
Standing so tall so as to make me see,
The envious beauty of majestic spree…
The silver lines and the sun’s lime,
All to make me smile…
And that seamless river sings to me,
Of the plans it’s concave shores have for me…
The cottage, oh! So history;
How lonely, and anticipated,
Reminds me of a mystery in a confusing secret…
Crying, with such joy and glee
Oh! Just how much do I love this rain on me…
From immortality to mortality,
From pensive so happily,
I fall into the natural bliss;
Of eternal peace that’s always dismissed…



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