High
I love to high
When flying in the sky
I look down
And see you little people
Just milling around
You look like tiny ants
Looking from my height
I can just make out your hands
But they're blurring in my sight
I'm just inches away
But you seem much further away
I see you every day
But you're blurring in my way
When I am low
My vision will slow
I'll be able to see you
Clearly in my view
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