I will fly away, on a feathered ride

Disguise myself, so I can hide

Leave the turmoil, journey where

Golden suns caress my hair,

Fill my lungs with fragrant air,

Hoping I can find me there

Cast my worries to the side

As tranquility and I collide

 

 

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