a boy flies over europe
as many boys do –
clouds, and sunsets,
and mountains, and snow;
a boy flies over you.

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a boy flies over europe
he lands a bit below –
the sunset turns to darkness,
the mountains into woe.
it’s christmas, and the boy;
i guess he’s going home.

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