In the air, lighter than a feather,
I can see us dreaming twice,
Floating in the sky forever.
Suspended like puppets on strings,
but you'll always have the golden wings
No matter the horror I am dreaming,
It is you I'm always seeking
But I can see the catch, it's clearly false hope
Always leading to the bottomless pit at the end of the rope.
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