Retrograde
Don't you think birds are like sails
just like to go with the wind
You don't see the swallows that fly in the rain
And a kite rising from the wind
Fly against the wind
And they rise on the air
I have enough patience
To wait for a windrise
Like a black bird
To fly from a sunset
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