I won't care to fly
Even if you give me purple new wings
And paint a spotless sky
Even if you have an artist's brush
You don't know, not yet
The colours I like
'Cause I don't want to rush
Even if my words move like light
Between two clashing spheres of reality.
P.S. To the one who just got boarding passes of FLIGHT 41011 to Illyriana.
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