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Song 5: Sarabande
Song 5: Sarabande
There is a young man, who was once made of clouds; and though taking his first steps on ground, he recalled vividly memories of a life with no bounds. So often he looked upwards, nostalgic for the lightness of being, the ever ease in drift, when with the wind he was swift.
And on one of them fine days, a little bird flew in with the sun rays, it chirped and tweeted, with glee it greeted. “My friend of the Earth, do not waver by your birth”, it said, “the ground makes you a walker, but it is only a talker.” Then it smiled, coy and with pride. “It has its faults, and should you dare waltz, gravity then turns upside down, and even squares can become round…
Come let us
Dance my friend
Whatever you fear
We will mend
When you waltz like fire
You unravel tamed desire
Now break these undue chains
For a sky bounty with your rains
Come we will
Fly my dear
Your freedom
Is here and near
…There is a cloud, which was once a man, who was once a cloud. He lived blissfully in the sky, and unless the earth called for rain, never did he cry.
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