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One
.
Clouds,
sail across pail blue ceiling
before losing interest,
lost somewhere
over the silence we share,
as like mistletoe held high,
a festive distraction,
when you're not with the one.
I've gone away inside,
chasing clouds;
picking forget me not blue;
And,
in that moment's flicker,
maybe we already are as one
in the wilderness.
Clouds,
sail across pail blue ceiling
before losing interest,
lost somewhere
over the silence we share,
as like mistletoe held high,
a festive distraction,
when you're not with the one.
I've gone away inside,
chasing clouds;
picking forget me not blue;
And,
in that moment's flicker,
maybe we already are as one
in the wilderness.
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