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The wind is warm

Making my hair dance

To the rythem of the song

In my head



I see only stars

From the night sky above

And the ground below

is silent and still



I am on a hill

With a shear cliff below

I feel warm and safe

So I move closer



I look above me and see

The brightest star in the sky

It looks at me

And leads me on



I drift closer and rest my feet

Firmly on the ground.

I have reached the edge

Of the deadly cliff



All I see is the star

All i hear is the rythem

The rythem that came

From the trees singing in the wind



I feel as light as a feather

And lean my body over the edge

My arms spread out

But I feel something different



I open my eyes wider

And look at my body

I see only a white cloth on me

Not my night clothes anymore



They have been torn

Into one, and wrapped tightly

Around my body

As a new dress



A circle of light

Sparkles lightly around me

Lifting me above the ground

My arms are still spread.



I look and concentrate

On the star above

The wind picks up speed

And I feel safer than ever



But I awaken