Over the Edge

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I am on building’s roof, cloud tall it seems;

Compelled to see nighttime views all around;

Look over rooftop’s end, this weird voice screams.

I want not to see; strange urges resound.

It’s only a dream; just some eerie scenes.

I wake up in my bed, not on the ground.

  

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