With wings of dream I fly,
as time is passing by.
My soul may go to heaven,
yet reality is leaden.
With wings of dream I fly,
as years are moving by.
My wings are made of fantasy,
my home - of reality.
With wings of dream I fly,
as lives are flying by.
Time is an illusion,
my dream a delusion.
With wings of dream I fly,
as time is passing by.
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