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She came like a dream,
haunting and yet serene.

She walked down with grace,
her eyes icy gray,
and she dressed in white lace.

Just then she turned,
and laid her eyes upon me,
saying this is my chance.

Would you take this
and be set free?

What if I didn’t agree?
Would this be
my only chance?

‘Cause I’m still afraid,
I said and she replied:

Why, it doesn’t matter
this time or the next
’cause you can only
do your best.

Then she gave me these wings
and said:
even if you didn’t have faith,
I did, so take these.

And be free.
Fly over the mountains
and glide above the sea.

— Petra