We've chosen to fly...
In the sky.
We've chosen to die...
...high...
Lost in clouds of smoke...
Aerial view...
We see
The landscape.
Plot Our course...
High elevations.
Determined.
Remain Elevated.
Never grounded...
So we witness
Our crash.
Land...
Ran out of gas...
Never planned to land.
Never planned to refuel.
We stayed high
And saw how beautiful
We are
And chose to live in the clouds.
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