I Float above the ground.
I do not touch the sky.
To him I'd say,
it does not belong to me.
If once I said I do.
And still if time there was,
but time has passed and
with it, it's regrets.
I float above the ground.
I dare not touch the sky.
But if to him it holds a song
it's a song without regrets.
What I tried in life
I died two death's.
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