Think, if chance
Had set itself at the table for my party
And put it into my head, late
To imagine myself eating a fork
As a freeloader
Will I have my song?
For these quills
Rudimentally food
Not distilling
Little literary perfume
So, would I have the right to my song?
Aerial, I am aerial
The vagaries of life lead me to
Aerial, I am aerial
I fly and you
You are only here for my good
Think, if fate
Had decided, without my consent
To harm myself
Changing the cells of my body
Into mineral water
Will I have my song?
So transparent
Well measured in crystal glass
Apparent calm
Without tide, salt or mistral
Would I have the right to my song?
And if destiny
Want to save me from further disappointments
It would leave me a corner
br/>Where to put our story
To the tune of nothing, of a song
Aerial, I am aerial
The aliens Everything in life leads me to
Aerial, I am aerial
I fly and you
You are not there that for my good
Aerial, I am aerial
I fly and you
You are only here for my good

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