What Happens Next

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High up on the building top
I take a breath and then stop
I smile at you you smile at me
We hug we look into each other's eyes
We clasp on tight
We step... we drop

We scream through smiles
And tears of joy
Wind whipps your hair
I laugh aloud
There is here not a one to crowd
We dance and fly and sing with glee
To just each other see

Time slows and all but stops
We freeze and I can see
Rainbow light play cross your face
And I meld into your embrace
I round you my arms lace
And kiss your forehead lips and face

Did we float to the ground
Or dissapeare

Did we die or leave a smear

Did we continue past the grounds

Were we caught by a crowd

Did we fly away on a closed

The answer isn't clear, so please, for me, make one up, my dear...

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