I thought I was chasing my life down,
Searching for it behind strange doors.
But it sang to me in a field of flowers,
Wrapped itself around me that evening,
As the wind caressed my face.

So run, my dear,
Run, so you can feel the scent of dawn.
Run out of that windowless room,
And let life bear you along,
You beautiful being.

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