U p A b o v e

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U P  A B O V E

Here I wait,

Someone else's mistake,

All because of something someone ate,

And then in the end it was me they had to take,

All alone,

With nothing but the sky above to sing a lullaby.

I watch the leafs be blown,

I see the days go by,

I dream knights and heroes,

who come and take me away,

But I will never be free,

At least that's what mother does say.

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