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Top So high...
On top of this concrete mountain
The wind blowing through my hair -
Doesn't ask where my feet stand
The stars reflecting in my eyes -
Don't ask why I gaze at them
The moon hung in this velvet sky -
Doesn't ask why I'm up so late...
The tiny world sleeping below me
No one sees the silent smile on my lips
As I stand on top of the world
Update - next morning... took a photo of my photo to post it here:
(Aint he a looker?!)