blow away

go quietly away

drift like the dust and the rubble

through the wind and the rain

let it rust and be settle

walk not through the fire

for it may tatter your wings

walk not on this wire

for we must not risk a thing

and i’ll be across the canyon

walking further from the edge

and i’ll be dancing the further I go

and you’ll get safer and safer

the further you blow...

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