Flying, I saw you last night
within a dream,
within my mind,
within my heart,
hidden away, like daytime stars.

Flying, I saw you last night
above the world,
above the clouds,
above my grasp,
hovering, like daytime stars.

Flying, I saw you last night
touching my mind,
touching the moon,
touching the sky,
touching light, like daytime stars.

Flying, I saw you last night
slipping my grasp,
slipping away,
slipping, always
slipping, like daytime stars.

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