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Is It Soul?
Floating boat over the water,
Like the man overboard floating,
In his dead carcass.
Soul transpired, away to heaven.
Following it's way to the hallowed land.
Of nightmares and dreamscapes.
Clouds around,
Thought of smoke,
Is it drugs?
Travelling soul,
All around the world.
Above to heavens.
To make peace in one self.
Flying aircraft in the sky,
As the man proposes at thirty-five thousand feet.
The hallowed wed,
To be wed in the Casino Land.
Clouds around,
Thought of weightlessness,
It is soul.
