When I see the sky and the moon,
My wings spread as if to fly;
My heart, this fool
Tells me to try,
While my reason knows the sky is not for us.
Us humans, what good could we do to the stars ?
When all we touch ends up in dust ?
Let us leave them alone,
For we would turn them to stone.
As Minos with his golden hands,
Life is not with us to stand.
This mysterious sky above us
Should be left untouched.
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A Swallow's Night Confessions
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