Sparrow, lift high into the ocean of stars. 

I will dream in her feathers, a resting place. 

Travel high above my pain into the clouds, gold lines define white faces. 

Angels hide in the shelter of a snowflake, angelic snow queens. 

The moon disguises her face with a mask of sun. 

No wonder has ever soared so far. No man has ever reached these heights. 

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