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I see my love;
I fly next to her;
I present her with my gift,
A small pice of solidified time,
Lovely markings are carved into time,
As soft to the touch as the mud in shallow sea.
She covers her body with time,
And pulls me along to fly to the edge of existence.
This is a spiritual flight:
In our eyes, the stars appear as ghosts;
In the eyes of the stars, we appear as ghosts.