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Flying high up in the clouds
just floating with every change
of the wind.

As I pass through this town
the memories come roaring
back to me. Haunting me.

I let them pass me by
Not giving them power.

From morning to night
Light into temporary dark
Here I lie on my back
Watching the world go by.

Hoping one day
That you'll look up
And see me there.

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