So there is a flare of pinkish light
Of clean blue sky, a morning sight
A line so fine and another same
Now I see their aeroplanes
The paths approach to cross, collide
But still more distant than lost love's eyes
So there it is or seems to me
I wish to think of all things free
But some still hold trajectory
They're not so free, not you, nor me
Even here in this immensity
So there, so there, so there, so there
So there, so there, so there
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