I heard a puff
I heard a blow
I felt the ground
I felt the snow
I thought of linen and of lace
I never really saw his face
I heard a grunt
I heard a moan
I felt the sun
I saw the moon
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun
I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale
I heard a wisper in my ear
âyou are not here, you are not hereâ
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun
my feet was hurt and heals were sore
and I wondered why it burned
and I wondered why it burned
Then I had to climbe down
I went down to see the sun rise
and then I had to climbe back up again
I had to be there to see the sun rise
All the air that you sent to guide me
had a tone of the elephant grey
we were all there in the morning
we were there and we wanted to stay
So quite alot of what people had hear was right, some was wrong.
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