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First Flight |
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February 3, 2003 |
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In each first flight |
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Leaping from the heights we flew |
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There is an ending |
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Light breeze carrying us |
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Touching the ground |
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On wings of coloured silk |
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The para-wing folds softly down |
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Gently floating |
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A moment comes of deflation |
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Above the worlds below |
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As once again we touch |
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Hidden valleys |
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Among the mountain peaks |
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The solid earth |
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Until our minds still filled |
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Catching glimpses |
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With images woven of memory |
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Of places never seen |
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Once more fly on wings of dreams |
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By human eye |
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That set our feet |
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Unless like us they rode |
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To climb once more |
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The winds |
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Those heights |
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Unprotected from impact |
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Ready for all the risk |
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Yet safe in the arms |
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All the joy |
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Of what is known and understood |
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All the elation |
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Yet fresh and unexplored |
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Of paragliding |
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Sky's passengers |
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Once again. |
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In the realm of dreams |
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