I soar high and he stays low

I shrink down; he'll grow and grow

I come back; he'll run away

I'll tell him tomorrow and he'll come today


I'll stand up and he'll fall down

I'll get moving; he'll lie around

I'll just know but he might feel

I'll dream visions that he'll make real


I'll be waves lapping at the sand

He'll be shrinking me, spreading his land

He'll wave goodbye, I'll blow a kiss

What are we doing in a world like this?

The End

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