From here the city looks different
I look straight out onto rooftops
Gaps between the buildings
I know all to well the noise below
The clouds move slowly here
Its stranger to see no horizon
A wall of buildings all around
There are no birds up here
No trees exist here
They were replaced by buildings
Glass, metal and stone
In different forms
For as far as you can see
The only similarity with the ground floor
Both cold lonely place
The sadness of this dense city
At times you are all alone
In a building of glass, metal and stone
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