Simon Says

Aftermath

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[Simon, standing high above the plain:]
Fly high in the air, king of the heavens
I wonder where your journey ends
And why it began

Fly master of time, to the cities of the sunrise
I stand in awe and try to see
Myself through your eyes

Fly, king of the world
Though I doubt your existence
I plant the seeds of wing and word
And hope that they grow