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With those important to you, may it be spouse, friend or child
You wish for a paradise to be real and true, with loved ones there with smiles

You turn to the wide, vast sky, and wish to grow grand wings
To the heavens you want to fly, to the happiness it will bring

"Alas," called the birds by the tower
perched on their homes, the look on their face - sour

"Our wings are more superior, for that world is not yours,"
"Your wings have not one feather, your place resides in other doors,"

So you search the ends of the Earth, you look for that line in between,
A line dividing this world and the other's turf - where you hope to find what true joy really means

"You shall go no further!" the wolves howl their cry,
"For our legs can run and endure any weather", they add "Your answer elsewhere it lies.

And so water crystal clear, and frigid cold, you swim to find your paradise
Swimming through the silvery folds, you were stuck beneath the ice

The wide ocean had frozen through, hearing the fish whisper as you attempt escape
"As of the wolve's land and the bird's sky - the sea is our fate,"
"But worry-not, that paradise you had sought - is with you, always passive in state,"

(finishing laterz)

~uni200192