I try to escape before my shadow is fully cast
flying away, not bothering to notice my wings have fallen off.
A sweet scent from far, far away drifts across the street corner
and I hear a familiar voice crying out.
How much further can we make it,
with only the night wind's fleeting hopes to carry us?
The world trembles like it wants to stop us,
taking everything away.
I'm not dreaming anymore,
and we haven't done anything yet, but we'll keep going.
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