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With you,

the sky is higher,

the sea is immense,

this field

is beyond all measure.

Extending the boundaries

of reality,

you started whistling

and distorted a popular song.

Highly likely —

no good ear.

Now,

you better warm me —

it got cold

in a boundless space.

Hopefully,

it would be well again.