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Standing above the ground,
Gazing at the sky,
He cared little about the souls judging him from below.
The murmur of the crowd carried critics and sarcasm,
Never making its way to his ears.
The crowd kept growing in size,
But as the sun rays made their way through the dark clouds, kissing his face
The crowd faded to nothing.
