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What do you see,
When you look at the sky?
The clouds, the stars, and things that fly.
Guess what I see? Can you picture me
Surfing the stars as the moon starts to cry,
While the sun, filled with rage,
Sees me fly by in a blaze,
As I kick little Pluto aside?
Picture me on a cloud,
At the 50 yard line, it’s third and three to go,
Jesus drops back to pass,
Buddha starts to blitz,
Prince misses because he is too slow.
All in a day, of a fond imagination,
Of a man who is dying inside.
Close your eyes tightly,
And in your heart believe,
You are free,
And roam in the sky.
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