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I wandered lonely as a cloud, the sky above hurt my head, below me the people quietly danced, unaware of things above.
The air warmed up and movement changed, the lives below were quickly gone, the stars and moon all floated past, my eyes a shadow in their face.
Surf and hill and vale and stone, all passed beneath my watchful gaze, my time at last the heavens opened, once again the cycle passes.