My Heart Avowed
Riding the wind chasing clouds.
Make them my gossamer shrouds.
Cherish illusions they will create.
Concealing what is my fate.
Close to my heart avowed.
CHASE (or CHASING) CLOUD (or CLOUDS) CHERISH CREATE (or CREATES) CLOSE
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