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Space rolls to-day her splendour round! / Unbridled, spurless, without bound, / Mount we upon the wings of wine / For skies fantastic and divine!
Let us, like angels tortured by / Some wild delirious phantasy, / Follow the far-off mirage born / In the blue crystal of the morn.
And gently balanced on the wing / Of the wild whirlwind we will ride, / Rejoicing with the joyous thing.
My sister, floating side by side, / Fly we unceasing whither gleams / The distant heaven of my dreams.