planes fly low
birds fly higher
i dwell
in mythical
depths
that's how i know
you
fall into the fresh snow
hands reached out
but not to me
i have to watch and do nothing
frozen
the heart of it all
has burnt out
fire and sadness
and fire and sadness
but love dwells beyond
doubt
planes fly low we birds
we fly higher
come and drink my blood
for it is yours
as well
(elo-mall toomet)
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