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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN2Xs-MvxLw&ab_channel=ZackHemsey

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There is a dream,

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One dream,

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That always comes back.

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It is set in a city of mist,

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Or deep, in the dark of a forest -

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Lined at the root-floor

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With hundreds 

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Of carefully crafted statuettes.

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And I am leaping;

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And leaping;

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Bounding over miles,

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And at such heights -

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Over the tree-line

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Or beyond the mist,  

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Before falling back 

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And doing it again.

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Such heights,

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Like a bird without its feathers -

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Landing gently,

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Softly,

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Safely,

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Before tracking another arc

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And taking the horizon

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With calculated leisure,

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And embarking the interval

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With an equanimous pleasure. 

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It is a dream that appears, in time,

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Only to remind me that deep in my heart, 

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Somewhere hidden, 

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Somewhere unspoken,

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Is an inescapable desire to cross distance

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And to do so in a manner worthy of the accomplishment.

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