Soaring through wispy clouds, feeling the wind beneath,
Drifting on gentle waves, sun-kissed and breathless,
Gliding through coral, with scales shimmering bright,
And through cyberspace, with heart singing,
Longing for a gentle touch, like morning dew,
Directing his heart to her.
Or her heart to his...
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