Thunder rumbles in the distance, a quiet intensity. I am willful, your insistence is tugging at the best of me. You're the moon, I'm the water. You're Mars, calling up Neptune's daughter. Sometimes rain that's needed falls. We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall. All around is sky and blue town, holding these flowers for a wedding gown. We live so high above the ground, satellites surround us. I am humbled in this city. There seems to be an endless sea of people like us, wakeful dreamers, I pass thme on the sunlit streets. In our rooms, filled with laughter, we make hope from every small disaster. Everybody says "you can't, don't try." Still everybody says that if they had the chance they'd fly like we do.

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