"Well, let's fly . . ."
"Where to and why?"
"Just fly to nowhere
after that cloud . . ."
Just let's rush off nowhere, nowhere,
let's listen to the wires humming
and the wind will whistle and the wing, the wing,
and from above we'll see how quiet, how white
and clean and snowy it is in that long winter
in that world which we abandoned.
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