On the balcony of the world,
Detached by elevation,
The air is lighter,
The sun is hotter,
The day is brighter.
Whether you stand or sit,
Amongst the varying weather,
Strange lives will enter yours.
On the balcony of the world,
Interests invade.
To utilize my senses:
This is my unceasing task.
Will you stand with me on my balcony?
Shall I stand with you on yours?
Let us clasp hands,
In respectful exchange.
Detached by elevation,
The air is lighter,
The sun is hotter,
The day is brighter.
Whether you stand or sit,
Amongst the varying weather,
Strange lives will enter yours.
On the balcony of the world,
Interests invade.
To utilize my senses:
This is my unceasing task.
Will you stand with me on my balcony?
Shall I stand with you on yours?
Let us clasp hands,
In respectful exchange.
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