running backwards for eleven weeks
just to see the way you smiled
'climbed the Seven Hills of Rome
to catch the echo of your voice
I passed you by on a cloud so high
that I caught the scent of your hair
'from my aerial view saw a thing
or two, but that’s not here nor there
I swam around the world today
and I watched as you waded in
but the ruthless view did not
show you so I swam away again
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