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It seems the sky is falling Or is it me who is falling The clouds are floating beneath me Or am I floating beneath the clouds Gazing up at their marvelous fluffiness No, the clouds are beneath my wings. I am not falling, but soaring through the air. Why am I here? Why am I not grounded? Those are questions I'll never comprehend. Why not be here? Why not swim through vast, open sky? Why not feel the wind rustling my feathers as I glide across the Great Abyss? Even as I contemplate, my conscious mind regains. I awaken to see it's just a dream And not reality.