high up above the highest cloud is where I long to be
with the lightest breeze lifting me up and filling up each broken part in me
and I sit there waiting patiently for the ships to sails out into the sea
and I wait there endlessly though I know there's no ships, nor sea below me
three white horses and a queen of hearts
it's a story that never quite starts
and I watch it from afar
my own destiny that lies in the stars
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