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When I look at a high, billowing cloud,
I think of a faraway kingdom.
Something in me strikes a familiar chord
and I long to be there again.
Oh, to fly straightway to that castle-home.
The joy I would, to feel my feet upon
that beautiful place.
To set my eyes again on those walls
that are not walls.
The music of the wind to soothe my ears.
The sun and the moon to be my companions.
To host the occasional bird that would
drift so high.
To sink down deep into that dreamy foam
and slumber soundly. At last, at home.
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