Fall to fly

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Standing on the
Roof of a flat
My arms are spread
The wind is
Playing
With my hair
Feels like
Flying
The view is
Beautiful
Beautiful but so sad
Everywhere are buildings, streets and
Lights
But it's still
Dark
I want to
Fly away,
Away from this sad
World
I close my eyes
My toes are over the ridge
I must fall into the
Darkness to fly
I must fall
Deeper,
Deeper
Fall to fly
Fly

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