In the summer sky
where the sun flies
in the crowds
among the clouds
Elegant and pose
so far yet so close
a beauty unseen
almost like a dream
A ball of flaming gas
When will your time come to pass?
Will it be a mighty show
or a cosmic blow?
What will be left in the dust?
Will you split the Earth's crust?
Like a giant eye
is your brightness a lie?
We're nothing more than speck of grass
as these clouds come to pass
So many things left for us to see
We're nothing to what we could be
In the summer sky
Where I'd like to fly
in the crowds
among the clouds
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