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I can see everything,

For I am gently flying above you,

I see your smile,

I see your frown,

I see when you need help.

But I could never understand,

For here I am above,

Gently flying along, and soon away,

Out of your mine,

Your life,

You will probably never think of me again.

You hear me,

I see you looking,

You never look away actually,

I have even come down to say hi,

But you don’t acknowledge me anymore.

So I leave again,

And gently fly away,

Hoping that one day you will wave again,

And beckon me once more.