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| Flights of Fancy Would that I could take wings in flight up to the skies and into the night Ever I'm flying so free and so high just me and the moon and the bright clear night sky life ever changing beneath me I see unaffected I fly.. so strong and so free I feel like the eagle or sometimes the dove clinging ever to this freedom I love as the dawn slowly creeps and turns into the day its time to turn homeward and be on my way flying lower.. and lower.. until earthward bound and into a mortal .. without making a sound |
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