I see you, my unattainable dream.
You're so high, I'm a sordid pygmy.
I could perceive only a gleam,
but I'm trying not to be grimy.
I thought this is not real - pseudo.
I was driving on the B-road.
All faded out on my speedo.
Now, I'm like a child's ball, I'm flying out of the window.
Out of the window
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