80 feet above i stand alone..
i see the sky , solitude overflown..
humans i feel are wind blown..
the shadow i see is only of one's own..
i speak , the wall doesn reply..
i stare , the the door has no eye..
i touch , the floor is a killjoy..
why don they like me ,don knw why..
life is without a soul in sight..
mornings are no different than night..
im lonely i need a fairy light..
beatify me ,and restore the delight..
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