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I float, but don't fly
Can’t get that high
Slowly I rise
Carried by the wind
Created by breath
Reflecting the creator
When the breath leave I gain wings
Then the eye can’t see how high I can fly
Pass the clouds
Pass the atmosphere
Pass space
Pass the universe
In the heavens
About the Creator
L.I.E
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