you can run high above mountains and trees
…so close to the sun that you may feel its breeze
you can swallow all-in the springs in your veins
… to feel their soft murmur inside your brains
you can, with your forehead, the sad clouds caress
… to rain or to snow, feeling all the distress
you can vibrantly wear the grass and the flowers
…always carry within the colours, the bowers
you can deeply inhale the wind and the gales
…eternally wander the waters, the dales
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