The Little Prince

It will seem to you that I will die,
it will seem to you that I'm afraid,
when remembering again how to learn to fly
I'll accept the last kiss of the snake
in the desert, looking at my star,
doing what is needed to return,
hoping to get there.So far
you can watch the skies, it's now your turn.
If you want to listen to my voice,
listen to the stars, they have my laughter.
In the desert, I will make my choice
I am hoping to see you, after.

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