The high sky over me,
The clouds running I see.
My soul breaks free.
Shouts, locked in a close cage.
On a climb over an abyss I stand,
Stand, being dissolved in flying clouds.
On a Rainbow, on which I went.
On it of hundred hundreds roads.
What way to select to me?
To find from closed door a key.
Or, having flied from a rainbow,
Flying, being turned in flight slow.
The first way was selested by me,
To find a key from door in starlit darkness
Now I can see
To go forward without fear in flight endless.
Near to the sun I fly by
But it cannot burn down me
It seems to me so cold
Look like to ice.
My mind leave me?
In this endless flight through stars.
Tale about mad mind...
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