One day I'm flying high amoung the birds in the sky. Floating through the clouds above, soaring next to a painted dove. Higher and higher I go till the stars I reach. Then I tumble and I fall till I hit the beach. I sink into the sand grasping for breath. Deeper and deeper I go until thiers no air left. I'm deep inside the earth with no air or light. I can't see hope I've lost the will to fight. Suddenly I start to rise flying high to the sky, and it all begins again.
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