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For once a chance,

I will love to dance.

To stand under the rain of leaves,

Dress in the changes which aren't cleaves.

Did fortune spare me twice,

To live inside a sprout & then into a tree wise.

Walled by & upon a sceptre above the ground,

So to decree to grow in branches in the sky profound.

So charmed will I be,

To hear myself chime pre.

Choosing a different direction of air,

And to be the change in each cling & each be fair.

Lastly for numerous faiths,

I want to be as runny as the milky mates.

To be glorious within the borderless barms,

Clouds to be for staging the moon like lovely arms.