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Standing on the highest cliff, Overlooking the forest, She nods to the caring hawk That wonders what could possibly be wrong With such a perfect creature. She watches over the sleeping cougar,
In body, I am much the same, The mind however's, a different game. I am not bound, on earth to tread, Nor to sail, the seas of dread. Not constrained, by death or time, I am free, I've learned to fly.