Flying through the mountain tops
I can see those people are tiny
Breathing in and breathing out
I can see those people around me
Who are flying, behind me?
Can I see those faces, behind me?
Who are flying, in front of me?
Can I see those faces, in front of me?
Wind is cold but I am bold
Flying through the beautiful trees
Heard some noise from mission control
Just ignore them, I am flying
Who are flying, behind me?
Can I see those faces, behind me?
Who are flying, in front of me?
Can I see those faces, in front of me?
--syamsulhasran
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