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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.
