ECHO
Do you see?
It's me!
The soul that learns to fly (to fly)
and all those thoughts keep standing by (it's all a lie)
I soared and played among the clouds (the crowd)
And listen...
The amazing sound of your voice (such lovely noise)
just to wake up-it's all a dream
A humble buzzing through the air.
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