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High on a Hill
There I was ....high on a hill
the air it was ...completly still
the city was... spread far and wide
I looked on down...nowhere to hide
the rocks...the tree's ..the city serene.
the air it smelled.... a certain clean
from way up high.... I touched the sky
I spread my wings .. and tried to fly
the earth it would not... let me go
while it turned and spun... very slow.