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Above the clouds I sail, above the clouds, / And wish my mind / Above its clouds could climb as well, / And leave behind / The world and all its crowds, / And ever dwell / In such a calm and limpid solitude / With ne'er a breath unkind or harsh or rude / To break the spell -- / With ne'er a thought to drive away / The golden splendour of the day. / Alone and lost beneath the tranquil blue, / My God! With you!