I crave the height of ecstasy
To see the world aloft,
Aloft to see beneath,
Beneath the world I see.
I see a world in grief,
Grief and joy in spree,
In spree, a life I see,
I see a forest no man sees.
No man sees the grief that persists.
I crave the height of ecstasy,
To see the world aloft,
Aloft, as no man sees…
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