Flying
Have you ever wished to fly
Way up in that clear blue sky
See your feet rise off the floor
Spread your wings and start to soar
Wishing that you would never leave
Flying past the tall green trees
High above the clouds you'll go
Over mountains topped with snow
Never seen a moon so bright
As you fly in the night
Never have you gone so far
In the sky of shooting stars
-beck
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