The world, it looks so beautiful
When far above it's touch
And though I can be cynical
The poets saw so much
One feels as poor as dirt and
Yet still he rules the world
The stars seem closer than land
And still they're untouched pearls
A bump and then a flash goes
And thoughts will swarm my head
That sand will cover our nose
And take us to the dead
But oh! the beauty of it
That he who made the sky
Holds me right where I now sit
And kills what haunts my mind
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