Looking at the streets below,
The little people walking below,
The cars and taxis rushing below
I'm standing on the edge,
My hands reaching out,
Im wondering what it would look and feel like,
Would it be a big mess,
Would it feel like flying,
Would it hurt,
But I won't do any thing,
I was just curious,
Is that weird
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