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Feb 2013
I think a dream so
        never return,
I painted the hands
                and the face blue,
then suddenly I was
                        abducted by the wind,
and I started to fly
                                in the infinite sky.

Fly so high
        singing where am I,
in the sky painted blue,
                happy to be there,
I flew and flew
                        happy higher than the sun
and still higher up,
                                while the world
slowly disappeared there,
                                        a sweet music played
just for me.

Fly up high
        singing where am I
in the sky painted blue
                happy to be there.

But all dreams
        vanish at dawn because,
when the moon sets
                take them with you,
but I keep dreaming
                        your beautiful in the eye,
which are blue like the sky
                                dotted with stars.

Fly up high
        singing where am I,
in the sky painted blue
                happy to be down here,
and keep on flying happy
                        higher than the sun
and higher still,
                                while the world
slowly disappears
                                        your blue in the eye,
your voice is music
                                                that sounds sweet to me.

Fly up high
        singing where am I
in the sky painted blue
               happy to be down here,
in the sky painted blue
                       happy to be down here
with you ...
Andrew T Hannah
Written by
Andrew T Hannah  Brampton, Ontario, Canada
(Brampton, Ontario, Canada)   
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