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January 6th, 2007
Daylight seems to float away…
Tinglin’ cold settles like a day in May…
Useless wings hangin’ by…
What’re they to me – don’t know why…
Just listen to the rhythm – just fly!
Fly… - that’s what everyone used to say…
Fly… - achieve the right way!
Fly… - look from the left to right…
Fly… - fly like the night-sky’s kite!
Moonlight streakin’ through the sky…
Spreading my wings – flyin’ high…
Flowers bloomin’ in the dark…
Singin’ out like a lark…
I fly like the star’s spark!
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