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Not yet what looks like you are
We call it the sky,
Those who write names in the sky
Inevitable evasion of their destiny!
I fell in love with it knowingly,
Patience is the burden of separation;
I will show it in the light of day
I will burn in the darkness of night.
No matter how much you push me away
Where will the rules of space go?
I'll be back in a hurry
If the planet will get the satellite!
If it is soil, you will get grain-seed
If the wind blows me!
When I die, I will understand that,
I was your whole life!
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