Dear child, from clouds of cotton white,
If you should call,I will join your flight.
Your face upturned,a heavenly sight,
I'll come to you,with pure delight.
We'll play and laugh among the sky,
Hide and seek,just you and I.
Our hearts so light,we'll soar so high,
Time slipping high,as clouds drifting.
As long as you dwell in that place,
Amid the wisps of cloudy...
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