I am soaring high
Through the deep cerulean sky.
My wings unfurl and,
In the wind, my tail curls.
I am free, nothing matters,
Although the wind may batter on.
Nothing now can stop me,
For I know what it is to be free.
I am flying too well,
To be pulled down.
I am flying too fast,
To turn around.
Don't be scared.
Follow me.
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