cause where I am is desolate and dry, and where you are there's much
clearer sky,
I have faults and cracks where I reside, and up in your view there's many a
tide,
I can't spy a star, can't see a thing, and high on your perch my world is just a ring,
you could step on me with ease, could blast me to my knees,
a higher power you stand, with I grasped in your crushing hand,
I'll strike a deal that you'll consider but repeal,
and your power will destroy me, but in the end, also destroy thee.
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