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At one point, I stopped,
I knew the sky was you
And I once dared not love it,
Now I want to climb the clouds,
To see your face.

I came to a field of flowers,
I lay down and breathed your breath,
I stroked your beautiful hair,
What a rush, I wish I could be with you forever.

I was drowning in the blue ocean,
Letting your scent out I sank further down,
But I was happy,
I could have drowned in you

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