Fly high

In a dream not so far,

my heart seems quiet, just for a while.

invisible strings guide us

to an ethereal blue paradise,

and a heart full of sunshine.

But as the time flies,

I pray for us to survive,

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not only like a butterfly in the storm,

but as phoenix setting fire to the sky (galaxy blue, you)

so beautiful as we are, we shine

and fly, high.

this love that grew so naturally,

so naturally,

without noticing:

me become we,

and we, become eternity.