The Name

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    The Name

    Through a thousand skies above my head
    Only a bird flies
    And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
    Only a flower grows
    Like a wind I blow
    And like a cloud I arrive
    To rain
    I wish I could help
    To move out the pain
    And tomorrow
    The sun will shine
    And yet
    You are not mine
    And tomorrow
    Who knows
    What will lies ahead
    Through a thousand skies above my head
    Only a bird flies
    And across a thousand fields beneath my feet
    Only a flower grows
    And tomorrow
    Tell me when will we meet
    And the sun will shine
    And yet again
    You are not mine
    Not mine

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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