Above
Take me to the prairies
where I can see the buffaloes.
Take me to the green forests,
where I can hear the hidden wolves.
Take me to somewhere to be composing a melody.
Let me go down the river,
Let me be wild.
We listen to the Nature,
we wait for a nightingale to sing the notes at dawn.
Wait for me to be dancing
on a compass on the stage.
Be my wings, be my singer,
Be my morning back In front of the courtains,
the limelight envolving us in one,
above everything we worry about.
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