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I fly high above the clouds
Terrified of thunder
Just the thought of crashing down
Brings me to my knees

Scared of dropping my passengers
With no wings to spread like I
Scared to see them falling
While I glide high above

Tired, I descend
Swiftly moving down
To land on the runway
And land my passengers safe

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