C'mon baby
lie here with me
the sea won't attack you
as long as you're in my dreams
I'll take care of you
,darling,
with all the length of my mind
and when we reach the cataracts
I'll make a draft with my sheets
We'll go on flying:
over the forest of thought
through the sea of clouds
Where will we arrive?
When will we go?
Only we know.
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