Leaving me
is a fair trade
for a long-standing dream.
You see, it's true,
one can't have everything,
but the sky is so blue
and there's here and now
our chests are warm
and the rest is so small
we're the one song to sing
We must stroll through the tunes
till the light of the moon
shows an everyday song
till our everyday life
is a dream of our own
and we can only fly
with two pairs of wings.
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