And here I am
All the way down here
Wishing I could fly like an eagle
Every day
Like clockwork
You give birth to the sun
And then let it die
If only I could run
O'er hill and vale
And catch the sun
Before it went stale
Ah but alas
I cannot
And 'twas always so
Amen
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