Standing in front of the high tower,
I see myself standing on the edge of the roof of the tower,
Looking at myself down below,
Standing in front of the high tower,
Still,
Looking up at myself,
Standing on the edge or the roof of the tower,
Looking at myself down below.
Down, in the street, it is noon.
On to of the tower, it is midnight sky.
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