A translucent blue
A solemn hue
This, I ponder of you
Charmed by some
But none could be taken, but one.
Tranced in the very presence of you.
Glancing in a stupor
An unbalanced state of oblivion
of what to do.
There's you, yes, you.
I arise.
I arise high and fly.
Slowly falling
Slowly falling in feeling,
Slowly falling in meaning.
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