When I was young, I'd a desire,
To fly beyond this earth, higher;
Where the sun never gets retire,
Blazing with his scorching fire;
It's paradise, indeed...!
It is where moon, at night, does shine,
Galaxy, to stars, chores assign;
Sky and clouds routine treaties sign,
Within their frontiers, to confine;
Each to other does heed...
For sometimes, I did keep hidden,
My desire, as though...
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