In rooftops my eyes drop
And fly jumping high
From one step to another,
In the all seing awareness
Of freedom of the streets
And sewers still below...
If  I had wings I'd be higher
Still than the clouds
And even higher still
I'd be in heaven...
As I was once long ago
In the reflection of your eyes.

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