When the bombs drop from above,
At a time wrapped in translucent yellow
I won't be present by your side, singing
My song of love to you; for you've wings now
Finally, my Love...So fly away to the Unknown
Beyond the peripheries of this myopic 6/6.
And in your flight lies the future of entangled lives
Destinies that you were born to touch, and shape
Where colours beyond the seven turn visible
And darkness rushes to catch up, but fails.
Fly away my Love, fly away...
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