
That girl, she wants to be a bird
Today thinks I'll be an eagle
Tomorrow thinks of being an Indus crane.
That girl, a very stubborn girl
Insists on the sea and sky
Her two wings she wills in both spaces
But which to touch first: water or air?
Thinking she herself becomes the ocean breeze
On the breast of breeze, herself the wave’s kiss of salt.
That girl, a very stubborn girl
In the end, she did persist
Girl became the cloud to the northeast.

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